Fortrayne's Forbidden Fling

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Werewulf Journals 1: Wild in the City

This short novel was riveting -- I started it about 10 p.m. one night, thinking I would read a few pages before going to bed. I kept saying to myself, “Just a few more pages...” until I finished it and discovered it was midnight! Thank goodness this seems to be the first in a series. Keep writing, Camille! -- Jean,Fallen Angel Reviews

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I found the characters in this story to be fantastic. The humor itself will have you in stitches. The love story opens doors to the imagination in most usual ways.The love scenes between Hunter and Melody gives true meaning to the titleWild in the City. Enjoy! -- DianeTugman ,TheRomance Studio

Ms. Anthony blows the “norm” out of the water with this story and I’m curious to see where she takes it. Kudos, Ms Anthony, for the unusual twist you give this story! -- Pam L.,A Romance Review

Ms. Anthony throws the predictable shifter story in the dust and gives the reader a unique, fascinating and satisfyingly erotic read. This is definitely a keeper. -- Jennifer Brooks,Coffee Time Romance

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WEREWULF JOURNALS: FORTRAYN’S FORBIDDEN FLING

Camille Anthony

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Werewulf Journals: Fortrayn’s Forbidden Fling Camille Anthony

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Trapped on the porch in the pouring rain, Fortrayn stood listening to his Uncle Hunter making love to his new bitch on the living room couch. Hunter was really his cousin, but amongwulves , the terms “uncle” and “aunt” indicated respect toward a more alpha member of the family. If his elder cousin hadn’t impressed the need for respect into him with his teeth, Fortrayn damn sure wouldn’t be standing out here in the rain. Shit, he lived here, too, but lately he felt like an unwanted interloper. He didn’t really mind having Melody and her baby son, Blair, living with them, but this was getting a little ridiculous. He’d never liked the rain. Newly bonded, Hunter and Melody fucked every chance they got, and Fortrayn kept finding himself caught in the backlash. He didn’t appreciate Hunter snarling at him -- especially that particular snarl threatening imminent throat ripping and other less pleasant mayhem -- when he hadn’t done anything to warrant the threat. Just yesterday, he’d walked into the kitchen and caught Hunter getting all beastly with his lady-love. In his hulking mid-form, Hunter had hefted Melody up on the counter, buried his head between her thighs, and proceeded to enjoy a pre-lunch snack of hot, juicy pussy -- judging by all the slurping he’d done. Melody was one of the prettiest full-figured black women Fort had ever seen, so it was no wonder his cock had gone hard. He’d whined a bit, drool dripping from the side of his mouth. The sexy sight of her thick dark thighs wrapped about Hunter’s pale waist, that glimpse he’d caught of full, round cocoa-tinted breasts ... What’s a healthy malewulf to do? He’d hardened, then he’d howled. Hell, he hadn’t been issuing challenge -- merely applauding his cousin’s good luck. Unfortunately, Hunter hadn’t seen it thatway ... The wind kicked up, tossing a swirl of sodden leaves in his face. Wet and getting wetter, Fortrayn snarled and swiped at the mess with one hand, absently rubbing the sore spots at his shoulder and neck with the other. As long as it didn’t start lightning, he wouldn’t dare step foot in that living room. Mouth tight, he recalled the sharp nips of his cousin’s teeth as he’d chased him from the kitchen and through the dining room. Still unused towulf ways, Melody -- Hunter had said -- felt uncomfortable with Fortrayn watching them mate. He’d ordered him to stay out of any room they were fucking in and slammed the door in his face. Growing more soggy and cold by the minute, Fort whimpered, feeling put upon and rejected. Hunter’s

decision wasn’t fair. Most of the time, he was grateful his cousin and Alpha had finally accepted his new adult status, but sometimes -- deep down -- he missed his cub status. He still needed the occasional reassurance of family bonding, missed the affirmation he received by watching his elders join as mated pairs. Unfortunately, as a maturingwulf coming into his full sexual prime, Fort found himself drawn to the breed, Melody. He liked his new “auntie’s” kick-ass attitude, and thoughts of fucking her excited him. Still, when he was able to think practically, she didn’t really impress him as a good candidate for bond-mate. He wanted to rule his den when he set one up, and she was tooalpha for his tastes. Besides which, he hadn’t a hope in hell of winning a challenge against Hunter. Over the years, he’d grown accustomed to breathing. None of that mattered. As his instinctual lust for Melody grew, Fort became more and more uncomfortable. His cock stood perpetually at half-mast, and his balls hung heavy and full, aching and tight, loaded down with seed. He dared not act on his urges, could only hope Hunter would quickly formalize things and put him out of his misery. Normally, his Alpha was the most pragmatic of beings, so Fort had a problem understanding his current reasoning. Hunter had dangerously chosen to delay his formal pack mating until his newly bonded lover came to terms with her prejudice against fucking Hunter in fur-form. By putting off their formal joining before the pack’s Alpha Prime, Hunter left Melody up for grabs. Their bonding could be broken by anywulf strong enough to take her from Hunter. The winner would then force her into a mate-bond. Not even his exalted position as pack Prime-in-waiting could protect Hunter from a mating challenge; and for certain, when otherwulves caught a whiff of Melody’s ripe, breed-rich scent, there would be plenty of challenges offered by the pack’s mate-starved males. Fort raked his hands through sopping wet hair. Things would be a lot less tense around here if Hunter would rediscover his common sense. He needed to take control of his bitch and stop humoring her stupid human foibles. Once he presented her to the pack’s Alpha Prime, confirmed his right to mate her, and doggy-fucked her, it would be all over with. Melody’s pheromones would change, and she’d stop giving off those “come-fuck-me” vibes. Fort’s latest masturbation fantasies involved dark, rich skin, full, round curves, and sherry-colored eyes above ripe, thick lips. He greatly feared his growing obsession with Melody. Seeing his Alpha markher on a constant basis, smelling his claim in her flesh, was what he needed to avoid making the monumental mistake of moving on Hunter’s claim. A sigh rumbled through Fort’s chest. Hunter seriously needed to piss or get off the pot. Blue balls were a bitch! A high-pitched warble sounded from inside, causing Fort to prick up his ears and cock his head. When he focused in on the two lovers, he could hear them through the door, over the sound of the pounding rain. Damn, they were going at it like rabid bunnies! His heart kicked into high speed. His cock strained against his jeans, the bulbous head prodding against the abrasive material. Suddenly, hearing wasn’t good enough. He wanted tosee Melody mounted by Hunter, needed tosmell his cousin’s spunk perfuming her skin, marking her.

Say, wait! Fort perked up. Hunter had ordered him not to enter the room; he hadn’t ordered him not to watch. Mentally rubbing his hands together, Fort ran through ways he could circumvent his banishment. Smiling, he left the porch and forged his way through the dripping wet shrubbery to a window on the leeward side of the house, away from the main street. Made up of long, narrow glass, the window had a puffy dressing, no curtains, and gave him an unobstructed view into the front room. Hunkering down so as to be shielded by the bushes from the neighbors’ view, he leaned close, his breath fogging the pane. He was wrong. They weren’t on the couch. Hunter had cleared everything off the coffee table and spread Melody across it, belly up. Her full breasts sagged heavily to either side of her chest, the tight dark nipples so firm and aroused they jutted at sharp angles away from her lush body. Hunter held her thighs up near her waist, legs spread wide as his hips rolled and undulated, plowing her cunt with deep, smooth digs. Occasionally, he’d slow down, lean over, and latch onto a plump breast, worrying her stiff crests with his teeth. After suckling and nipping at her blackberry nipples until they stood stiff and erect, shining with the wet sheen of his saliva, he would bring his head up to eye his handiwork before commencing to thrust into her cocoa-tinted folds. Damn, but those little buggers of hers are thick and long!Fort licked his lips and pressed closer to the glass. A tingling started in his lower belly, and he squirmed, dropping a hand to his crotch to adjust his pants. He must have made some slight noise, for Hunter’s head reared up, eyes gone heated gold with the imminence of change. Fort held his breath as Hunter met his eyes for a long moment before returning his attention to the writhing, moaning woman beneath him. Fort let out a shaky, relieved sigh as Hunter increased his strokes. Hips jackknifing betweenMelody’s splayed legs, he licked his way up over her breasts, took a chocolate nipple between his teeth, and tugged on it. Breathing hard, Fort snapped the top button of his jeans. Easing his hand down into his pants, he grasped his cock. The head was already wet. He rubbed his palm over the top, slicking his slippery juice over the glans before fisting his hand about the thick barrel. His eyes riveted on Hunter and Melody, he paused long enough to release two more buttons and free his sex. His balls screamed between his thighs, swollen and hot. The tight jean material chafed the tender skin, and he shifted his legs, tugged the pants away from his sacs, and panted with the easing. He went back to staring at the action inside. Melody had risen up on her elbows to feed Hunter a plump breast. His head bobbed up and down as he mouth-fucked her tit, sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks. She moaned long and low, humped her hips up at him while she grabbed his hair with one hand and forced his face harder against her nipple. Lips drawn back in a mating snarl, Hunter slipped a hand down her belly, eased two fingers past her swollen labia, and sank them into her dark red cunt along side his forging cock. Her intimate flesh looked stuffed, filled with the Alpha’s cock and those two busy digits. The elastic channel strained to accommodate them. This is how it should be, Fort decided, sliding his hand up and down on his cock -- his Alpha declaring his

mate off-limits by taking her before witnesses. Growing wildly excited, Fortrayn tightened his fist over his leaking head, fingers flexing against his thick growth. Mouth open, chest rising and falling with his harsh breaths, he stroked his rampant length and fought against changing to mid-form himself. Hunter leaned up and took Melody’s mouth, mating his tongue with hers as his handpistoned back and forth between her legs, gathering her cream. Pulling them out, he swirled those fingers over the puckered little hole below her vagina. Damn, but he made that look good. Fort turned his wrist and pumped his cock underhanded, smoothly increasing the rhythm. His other hand cupped his balls, compressing his sacs on eachdownstroke . Heat licked along the base of his penis, tightened the stones in his sacs. Damn, butMelody’s loving the reaming she’s getting.Fort saw how her body trembled, rose and fell at Hunter’s command; how her screams seemed to egg her lover on. On the tail of one long scream, her head fell back to expose her neck to her mate’s teeth. Oh, hell, if a woman ever offered me her throat, I just know I’d lose it! It seemed to affect Hunter the same way, for he bent to her neck, a cry between a growl and a groan rending the air. When he lifted his head, her blood stained his lips and his face had widened, coarsened. Hair sprouted and grew into a thick pelt as -- never stopping the powerful thrusting of his hips -- he morphed into the massive bulk of mid-form -- thewulf’s natural shape. Fort heard Melody’s whimper as the cock and fingers inside her grew and thickened along with the rest of Hunter’s body, stretching her already stretched flesh to capacity. With a muffled roar, Hunter eased his fingers from her, picked her up, and flipped her over on her belly. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table, bracing her large body as ham-fisted paws wrapped around her hips, jerking her bottom up in the air. Oh,cunts and cocks, was he goingto ...? Fort swallowed hard, gripping his meat, pumping up and down with an almost frantic lust.Hell, yeah, he’s gonna take her ass while he’s in mid-form! Hunter’s muzzle leaned close to Melody’s ear, mouth moving. He must have told her what he planned, for her dark face blossomed with a frightened scowl before relaxing into an expression of acceptance and trust. Hunter lifted her hips higher, pressed his huge, slick member against the small of her back, one massive paw resting below her breasts. One razor-sharp claw swirled a lazy pattern around her bellybutton, carefully dipped in, and circled the deep indention. She turned her head and rubbed her cheek against the thick fur coating his shoulder, one arm holding his, the other dropping back so her hand could caress the cock shining with her juices. Just when she gripped him, he slipped a claw between her pussy lips and diddled her clit.

Her hips slammed forward, forcing his hooked finger harder against the bundle of nerves. Her mouth formed an astounded O, and her eyes rolled back in her head. She jerked so hard, her breasts jiggled. Shit, he’d always loved Jell-O. Breath stalled in his chest, Fortrayn circled the base of his cock and squeezed down hard as he watched Melody writhe and jerk through her first release, frantic to halt his own orgasm. His mouth fell open as he gulped air, watching Hunter ease her torso over the table as he fit his cockhead to her tiny rectum. How the hell does he expect to fit that massive thing in Melody’s back door?hewondered, eyes wide as Hunter continued pressing in.An inch at a time, obviously. Fort held his breath as Hunter’s cock slowly edged forward, forcing Mel’s sphincter to give way before his relentless entry. Lucky for Melody, when the scientists manipulated the firstwulves ’ genes to make some of them compatible with humans, they engineered a secondary gland in the head of the penis. Upon erection, the gland activated, excreting a viscous lubricant designed to ease thewulf’s entry into the smaller sexual organs of a human. Stomach muscles clenching in sympathy, he watched Mel fling back her head, face contorted with pleasure/pain, mouth open in a long, drawn-out wail. Hunter barked the order for her to push out. She must have obeyed, for suddenly, his cock sank all the way up her tight channel. His balls slapping against her pussy lips elicited a sharp cry from her. He started pumping his cock in her ass, and it was no gentle taking. Hunter’s gaze locked with Fort’s as Hunter sent his hips slamming against Mel’s round, cushiony bottom, his cock digging hard into her stretched anus. Hunter’s furred hand wove through her bushy curls, parted her labia so two clawed fingers could pinch her clit between them. Fort had never heard anything sexier than Melody’s little huffing screams each time Hunter surged into her, the small, lusty whimpers as he slowly drew out, lengthening his strokes to give her the maximum pleasure. A possessive smirk on his face, Hunter rotated with Mel, positioning them so Fortrayn could see his cock tunneling in and out of her, her tiny opening forced wide around his mid-form size. Big hands gripped her cheeks, holding her open to both their gazes as he fucked her furiously, his rhythmic grunts matching the relentless back-and-forth movements of his hips. Melody cried out, tears running down her cheeks, hands clutching at Hunter as she pleaded for him to take her, take her,takeher . Her words, the sound of her chants, pushed Fort up, shoved him over into a blinding orgasm. He howled as he came, pumping his cock, fisting the head as his spermfountained over his hand and sprayed the flat expanse of his belly. Sucking in great drafts of air, Fortrayn sagged against the window, his eyes seeking Hunter’s, wondering what his Alpha thought of him jerking off while watching him fuck. A huge grin on his hairy face, Hunter winked before bringing his hand down in a playful slap on Melody’s quivering flank. Tongue lolling, he increased the power of his thrusts, the forceful blows making her breasts sway and her flesh dance. He carefully twisted his lethally tipped two middle fingers into her cunt while his

clawed thumb swept over and over her clit, inciting her to come. With a wailing scream, Melody exploded into orgasm. Body tensed and bowed, she yelled instructions for him to pound her ass, fuck her deep as she pumped her hips against Hunter’s cock, pushing him further up her dark passage. Her fingers dug into his constraining arm, human nails ineffectual against the denseness of his fur. With a final cry, she collapsed over her mate’s arm, hanging lifeless in his grasp. Hunter threw back his head and let out a mighty roar of possession as he finally gave in to his own orgasm. The lines of his body drew taut and tense. He had obviously knotted in her. His thick and viscous semen -releasing in slow pulses -- would not overflow Melody’s tight anus until the knot in his penis softened and released the plug it had formed. Body trembling in his own aftermath, Fort watched as his Alpha -- still joined with his lover -- tenderly maneuvered them to the couch. They looked like King Kong and FayeRaye -- him big and hairy, an ape; her, despite her bulk, seeming fragile against his hulking physique -- both happy and sated. The matter-of-fact way Hunter showed his loving concern for his woman -- how he handled her, his paws moving carefully, ensuring his claws didn’t catch in her fragile skin; the way he tongued her, lapping up their mixed fluids -- made Fortrayn’s heart ache. He wanted a mate of his own. Fort sighed. He was too low in the pack to earn the right to a breed or one of the full-blood bitches. Even if fate fucked up and dropped a breed in his lap, some stronger, more alphawulf had only to challenge to take her from him. Oh, but if I ever find someone of my own, I will be the most loyal of mates. I will cherish my woman above all others and work hard to give her all the luxuries she could everdesire ... Lost in visions of his future, Fortrayn didn’t hear his cousin the first time he called. “Come, Fort! Here, boy, come to daddy!” Fortrayn growled. “I suppose you think you’re cute.” Hunter smirked. “Mel certainly thinks so.” Fortrayn stamped around to the porch and flung the door open. “She’s deranged.” His eyes took in the mess they’d left on the coffee table. “Can I come in now, or are you two going to initiate the hallway next?” “You can come in now, puppy, before you end up wetter-behind-the-ears than you already are,” Hunter drawled, reclining against the couch cushions, sleeping woman wrapped in his arms. Fort stomped in and past him, flashing a glimpse of fang. “And tuck that worm back inside your pants. You probably gave the neighbors a heart attack.” Startled, Fort looked down.Well, hell!

Chapter Two

“Fortrayn, will you be able to stay late and help me close up after next week’s viewing? I really need you to hang around.” The insecure, tentative note in his boss’s voice was new and different enough to snag his attention. Fort looked up from the ledger, carefully placing his finger over the spot where he’d stopped counting. The gallery’s end-of-the-month inventories -- monetary and otherwise -- played hell with even his above-average mathematical abilities. Unfortunately, being an artist herself, cursed or blessed -- depending on how one looked at it -- with the artist’s usual ability to ignore all but their craft, Rosa kept the monthly books the same way she ran the gallery -- haphazardly. The third time the IRS fined the gallery for underpayment of quarterly taxes, fines that cut deep into his already meager salary, Fortrayn begged her for a chance to tackle the gallery’s accounting. They’d both been surprised at how well he did. “Youasking me, not telling me I’m on the schedule?” She might act in a cavalier way over the payroll, but when it came to her art or her gallery, she held the reins in firm hands. Her asking was out of the norm, but since last month, when he’d canceled a night in order to help his cousin save his newly adopted cub, she’d stopped scheduling him without his input. She shrugged. “Nothing is final. You know Perry -- so paranoid he might decide it’s not time to put his babies on view. Just in case he doesn’t back out, I need someone here with me. I don’t want to close by myself.” Swiveling to face his boss, Fortrayn couldn’t help but smile. RosaIsyasiaMontalvo always had that effect on him. Hair the shade of spicy cinnamon fell in thick waves around her shoulders. Her eyes were the prettiest brown he’d ever seen -- dark and smooth like the creamiest milk chocolate. Warm brown skin covered sleek, toned muscles, and a sprinkling of darker brown freckles dotted her cheeks, giving her a deceptively girlish appearance. She wasn’t more than five-foot-five, but every one of those inches curved and dipped in ways designed to fire the lust of any red-blooded man and mostwulves . Fort let his gaze track boldly down her svelte length, not missing the quickly suppressed spark of awareness in Rosa’s eyes. Seeing he’d caught her look, she demurely lowered her head, averting her gaze. He’d been aware of her interest since the first day he’d started working for her. Though she’d been attracted, she’d shied away each time he’d made a halfhearted move on her. So he’d backed off, waiting until she became aroused sufficiently enough to act on her burgeoning feelings. He didn’t think he’d have to wait much longer. He was glad about that. Things were so tense at home rightnow, he could use the uncomplicated release of a simple fling. Rosa was a nice woman, a great boss, and a loyal friend. He’d worked for her since coming to the city three years ago. She’d been there for him, offering to listen without passing judgment as he ranted against Hunter’s strict orders and demands. She’d watched him mature from a gangly pup into the large-boned McCallum frame that eerily echoed his cousin.

He liked her a lot. Fucking her would make for an enjoyable interlude. He would make sure she enjoyed the ride. With her being a human without Breed tendencies, he’d never be able to fuck her in mid-form -- he was just too big in that shape. But the skin-form offered its own pleasures. Of course, his fur-form was off-limits with her, also.Wulves mated in fur-form, and mating between humans andwulves was prohibited. Thank goodness, he didn’t want to mate her, just fuck her. Over the last few months, she’d begun returning his flirting overtures. Last month, if Hunter hadn’t intervened, he was sure he’d have scored. Gazing at her now, his eyebrows twitched together, nostrils flaring. Under the clear aroma of her arousal, an elusive scent, faint and edgy, came to him. Fort stiffened. Fear, that unknown aroma, and something else -somethingwrong -- teased his nostrils. The oily stink beaded and rolled off Rosa’s skin to permeate the air. He came to his feet, eerily alert, aware on a visceral level of significant events converging and coalescing, forming an inexorable pattern that would somehow change his life. Wary, he approached her. “You never used to need me around to close unless heavy work was involved. Perry is a painter, not a sculptor. He doesn’t work in stone. So what’s wrong? What’s frightened you, Rosa?” The acrid taint of fear heightened. Eyebrows pleating, Fort drew nearer and almost howled.She reeks of wulf ! The musk was almost unbearable. If he’d been in fur-form, he’d have rolled his nose against a clump of grass to clear his adenoids. Some damnedwulf had dared to place a territorial marking on her, ignoring his scent --because of his scent . A growl trickling from his mouth, he sniffed the air about her. “You’ve been mauled by a beast. When were you attacked?” He grabbed her shoulders and shook her when she didn’t respond quickly enough. “Answer me, damn it!” “Madre deDios !” she cried, fingers sketching the sign of the cross. “How did you know?” Her fingers dug into his waist, she clung to him, shaking with her fear. Fortrayn ignored her question to ask one much more pertinent.“How long ago? When did it happen?” Choking back sobs, Rosa lifted her head and gazed into his hazel eyes. “Are you all right? You look ... strange. What’s wrong with your eyes?” Fort huffed. Patience wasn’t his long suit. His eyes were the first to go when nature called. Making an effort to control his anxiety, he pushed back the change and focused on presenting a normal human appearance. “Never mind that; just tell me when you were attacked.” “It was the night you couldn’t stay. Last month.” “Damn, damn,damn it! ” Fortrayn released his petite boss and spun away, sickened and maddened. This was his fault.

He recalled that afternoon. He’d flirted heavily with Rosa, touching her, rubbing against her at every chance, marking her with his scent. He’d planned to come back that night, help her close the gallery, and then open her up to some serious fun and games. He knew she’d been ready to get freaky with him. He’d smelled it on her. Hunter’s edict had derailed his plans. A soft hand touched his arm, and he jerked. She spoke softly, seeking to soothe his agitation. “Do not distress yourself. It was not your fault,mi amigo . This is why I did not tell you. I feared you would try to shoulder the blame.” Fortrayn gazed down into her lovely face. His stomach muscles cramped as he imagined her, trapped under a heavingwulf , driven half-mad with fright. Her fear would have been an exhilarating cocktail to the attacker. He’d have pushed the envelope, forcing her panic higher andhigher ... Fort closed his eyes, unable to bear the pain of looking at her open, friendly expression. He knew exactly who was to blame in this situation. Thewulf had taken her because he’d scented her. The insult was meant for him -- an arrogant gesture of disrespect. “Oh, but I am. More than you could know, Rosa, I am at fault.” She stretched her hand out to him. “No.” “Yes, damn it.Yes! ” He avoided her hand. If she touched him now, he would explode. “Tell me ... everything ... what he looked like, smelled like ... what he did to you. Leave nothing out.” She lowered her head. “I do not wish to speak of this thing. I wish to put it behind me. I will not live in fear.” With a growl, he snatched her against him. “You don’t understand, and I don’t have time enough to teach you. Just ... give me the information I need.” “I am struggling to get past this. Why do you persist?” Fort raked his hands through his hair. The sharp sting told him he’d sprouted claws. “Shit! Iso don’t need this! Did he fuck you? Rosa, did he bite you?” She looked confused. “The man did not attack me at all. It was his dog. It got loose from its chain. It chased me and knocked me down, scratched my thighs and arms.” Fortrayn froze. This was getting worse and worse. He’d heard of double whammy teams: onewulf passing for human while another walked in fur-form. The “dog” would bite, but both “dog” and “owner” would claim the woman, sharing her body for sex before eating her. They operated on the edge of pack law and considered humans fair game. “What did the man do while his dog mauled you?” “Nothing at first, though I cried out to him to help me. He just watched the dog hurting me ... and smiled.” “Is that all you can recall about him? And the dog ... did it biteyou, break the skin with its teeth? Have you been hearing voices this month, voices of people not there?” She looked at him askance. “I think it would have, but a commotion on the next street must have frightened them off.” She shivered. “The man’s eyes ... glowed. They frightened me more than the dog’s fangs. I don’t

know what you mean about voices. Why would I hear voices?” With a long-suffering sigh, Fortrayn leaned over and thumped his forehead against the wall two times. This was his fault. As an adult, he had to make things right. Right now, he’d like to run home to Hunter, tell him all about this problem, and let him solve it. Situations like this were why the city kept Hunter on the payroll. He couldn’t do it. After finally getting Hunter to see him as an equal, as an adultwulf , he would look like a fool if he ran to him for help the first time he faced trouble. He had to rely on himself, and as far as he could see, there was only one thing to do. His proposed fling had just turned into forever. Taking a deep breath, he squared his shoulders. Letting his eyes coast down her svelte frame, he smiled, hoping she would prove cooperative. “Take your clothes off.”

Chapter Three

“Fortrayn?” Unsure she’d heard him correctly, Rosa peered hard at her young employee. She didn’t recognize the man standing before her as the calm, responsible person she’d hired. The stormy fellow pacing before her certainly hadn’t been calm this evening. In fact, his demeanor had been anything but collected. He didn’tlook like an insane criminal, but these days, one never knew. Rosa snorted. Fortrayn as a criminal -- she couldn’t see it. He was a steady, quiet worker, who showed up on time and didn’t mind the occasional late night. He did his work and went home. He was a nice kid. A stern voice spoke in her head.Right, Rosa. Just keep telling yourself that! You’ve never seen a more macho man, except that hunky cousin of his. Admit it, RosaIsyasiaMontalvo ... you want him! Who are you kidding? You’ve wanted him since you first saw him. It’s why you hired him.’ Course, you chickened out the first time he flirted with you. Shit, who wouldn’t want him? He’s the hottest thing since jalapeño salsa. He looked down at her, chest rising on a quiet sigh. “Call me Fort.” Moving over to the door, he turned the “Open” sign to “Closed” and pulled the shades. “It’s less formal than Fortrayn.” “Oh, I couldn’t use a diminutive. Our business relationship ... well, our personalrela --” “Is about to undergo a drastic change.” He interrupted her stammering, raised a hand, and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Get naked, babe; we have work to do.” “Huh?” She laughed nervously, warily watching the well-built man stalk toward her.“Elsordo nooyepero compone !” When he didn’t respond, she laughed again. It was a pitiful attempt at humor. “Roughly translated, that

means ‘The deaf don’t hear, so much as compose.’” She swallowed. “It’s a phrase we use when we’ve missed a conversational string. I couldn’t have heard you right.” “You heard right ... and you aren’t stripping. Get busy.” The shirt came off, exposing a broad expanse of furry chest. Her eyes widened in appreciation. She hadn’t known she liked hair. Her ex-husband had waxed everything. She should have known his true preferences by the way he groomed and curried himself. Her breath stumbled. Oh, damn, she was in trouble. He started on the fastening of his pants. She backed up, shocked to her core, which was pulsing and dampening at an alarming rate. “PorDios,hijo , what is wrong with you? You never acted this way before.” Hazel eyes glinting with an expression that caused her pulse to race, Fortrayn growled at her. “Rosa, you don’t know what the fuck is going on here. I don’t want to scare you, but I’d rather do that than let you believe you can ignore this and it’ll go away.” He shucked off his pants and stood with his hands fisted at his lean, tanned hips. The hefty bulge in his white Speedo shorts made her mouth water. She shielded her eyes with her hands. “Fortrayn McCallum, you put your pants back on right this minute! You can’t do this here! I’ll ... I’ll sue you for harassment!” “RosaIsyasiaMontalvo , you get your cute little ass naked right now, or you might not be around to sue anybody.” She gasped, eyes widening even as her brows drew together. “Are you threatening me?” “Of course not.You ought to know better than that.” He held out his hand in supplication, easing toward her. “Stay away!” She took a faltering step back, put up a hand to hold him off. “You’re scaring me.” “Look, don’t panic --!” He stopped advancing. “You have to listen to me!” he snapped at her, making sure she heard him. “You’ve been marked ... by the man and his dog. Only, the two weren’t what they seemed.” She took another step back. “You’re talking crazy. Get out of here, Fortrayn.” She pointed toward the locked and shaded door. “Don’t come back until you’ve ... just don’t come back!” Fortrayn stopped when she ordered him to leave. “I can’t go. I can’t leave you here to face them alone.” He dragged his hands through his unruly dark brown mane of hair. His mouth twisted as he looked at her shaking finger. “I’m going to have to show you.” “Show me what?” “The trouble you’re in. In one night, the full moon will rise. The dog that attacked you will be back, with the man pretending to be his owner.” She narrowed her eyes and lifted her chin. “If they come back, I’ll call the police.”

Fort shook his head. “You shouldn’t underestimate these guys, woman. They won’t give you the time to contact the police. Even if you do manage it, you’ll be dead before they could get here.” A hand crept up to her throat.“Dead?” “The man and the dog ... they’re wolves -- you’d call them werewolves -- and they’ve marked you as prey.” Rosa started to grin. Doubling over, she grabbed her stomach and howled with laughter, breaking down into the girlish giggles she hated. Eyes tearing with the force of her mirth, she looked up at him. The exasperated expression on his face sent her off again, and she sank to the edge of the desk, rocking her body back and forth. “Ooh, my sides hurt!” She tried to compose her face into stern lines but couldn’t hold it. Every time Fortrayn growled, the giggles attacked again. Her eyes overflowed, tears falling down her cheeks as she gave way to renewed mirth. Finally she wound down. “If you are quite finished ...?” Fortrayn did not sound amused. She had to work hard at not breaking into laughter a third time. “Eh,hijo, you had me going good! Halloween is over and AprilFool’s is not yet, but you tell a good joke on me. Wait till I share this with Andrea ...” “I’m not your son, and I’m not kidding.” “Eiyee!”Rosa jumped. Somehow, when she wasn’t looking, he’d snuck up on her. His hands closed around her arms, dragging her close to his chest as he began to speak, his voice hurried and driven. “Rosa, I know this is hard to believe, but just shut up and listen. Last month, when we did all that teasing, I figured you were finally ready to act on the mutual attraction between us. I spread my scent over you, fully planning to come back for you later that night. The two rogues who accosted you smelled my mark on you and figured I wasn’talpha enough to hold on to you. As an insult to me, they removed my scent and marked you with theirs.” Rosa twisted her shoulders in a failed attempt to escape his grip. For some reason, though his words were frightening in the extreme, she felt no trepidation, no sense of danger from him. She simply didn’t believe Fortrayn would hurt her. “Fortrayn, supposing what you say is true, why would they care one way or the other?” Eyes searching his, trying to see past his agitated exterior, she gazed up at his face. The fierce expression in his eyes faded to something that made her heart stutter in her chest. “I asked you to call me Fort. Is that so difficult to do?” “Very well, Fort. Now answer my question. Why would they care?” He cleared his throat, seemed reluctant to verbalize the bad news she could read in his troubled expression. “They don’t. That’s the problem. I care for you ... deeply. They don’t care at all -- not one small bit.”

He clutched her hands in his larger ones. They were cold and clammy. She pulled back, unease roiling through her as his fear impacted her. “Fort, you sound ...afraid .” “I’m terrified,” he admitted. Gripping her hands tighter, he drew her back to his side. “So scared you won’t believe me or that I’ll frighten you so much you won’t allow me to help you. Most of all, I’m afraid I won’t be strong enough to fight off those twowulves when they --” He shook his head “I don’t want you to die, Rosa.” His jaw firmed. “Iwon’t let that happen, no matter what!” His arms tightened around her, and she hugged his back, wanting to give him comfort and reassurance. She didn’t believe what he was saying -- how could she? --but he believed it, and she wouldn’t mock him. She had to get him help. “Fort, why don’t we call your uncle Hunter?” Fortrayn stiffened in her arms. “Why do you want to call him? Don’t you think I’malpha enough to handle this on my own? Besides, he’s really my cousin. I know you’ve heard me call him ‘uncle,’ but it’s just a courtesy title my family uses. I’ll explain that later.” Isn’t that just like a man? At least he didn’t jump to the real conclusion. She hastened to placate him. “He might know the man. Maybe he could talk to him, ask him to leave me alone.” The snarl that rumbled under her chest didn’t sound like it originated in the body of the slim man before her. “You haven’t believed a word I said. First of all, neither one of them is a man. Second, there is only one sure way to get them off your trail, and my cousin can’t and won’t do it for you. He’s already bonded.” Exasperation rose up, blotting out her common sense. Slapping both hands on his chest, she straightened up her arms and pushed him away. He let her go. “Just what is it you think these creatures will do to me, hmm?” Eyes bleak, Fort met her gaze. Jaw firm, mouth tight, lips thinned, he spoke through his teeth, carefully enunciating each word. “They will find you. They will fuck you -- together and singly -- both as man and beast. And because it is unlawful to declare ourselves to humans, they will eat you.” “How do you know what they are? And if they are what you say they are, how can you possibly hope to protect me from them?” A deprecating half-smile curved his full lips. “I am one of them. I am awulf .”

Chapter Four

“Yeah ...right! ” “Huh?”

“That’s what you were thinking, in just those sarcastic tones. I could read it on your face.” “If it is against the law to let humans know about your kind, why did you just tell me?” Fort sighed.Isn’t that just like a female of any species? She ignores the important information and focuses on the most trivial . “I don’t want you to die.Period. To that end, I am willing to accept pack banishment.” Rosa shook her head, and he wanted to shake some sense in to her. “You have to know I’m finding all this really hard to believe.” “Want proof?” At her nod, he shrugged, releasing her. “Remember, you asked for it.” Putting his hands in the waistband of his shorts, Fortrayn tugged them down his long legs, exposing a nest of dark gold pubic hair surrounding his long, thick cock. He’d been half-hard, but hearing Rosa’s outraged gasp, practically feeling her astounded gaze on his cock, he rose to full attention. “Madre deDios !Mother of God, what are you doing?” He stepped out of the shorts and kicked them away. “I can’t very well shift while wearing those, can I? Watch and learn ...” Fort dropped to all fours, flung back his head, and howled. His eyes taking on the glow of change, he abandoned skin-form and summoned the beast, groaning in ecstasy as his body began morphing. Joints rearranged themselves, torso lengthened, arms grew,muscles bulked up until he lifted his inhuman face and stared at her from out of the face of an ancient nightmare. He roared and leapt to his feet. She screamed and ran for the door. He caught her before she’d gone two steps, his reflexes lightning fast in this predatory form. He forced words past his inadequate vocal cords, his throat not designed for human speech. “Don’t run ... brings out beast ... in me.” Her fear poured over him in a heady stream. “Dios,Dios ,Dios , help me!” She jackknifed in his grasp, kicked out, and flailed, trying to escape. He held her down with frightful ease. “Rosa.Stop!” Her struggles aroused his ardor. His penis jutted long and thick, almost eleven inches in length and wider than her wrist where the mushroomed head swayed in lusty demand. She stilled, and he carefully set her down. As soon as he released her, he had to snatch her back. Her knees had given way, and she would have fallen. Slumped against him, she hyperventilated, panting raggedly, pulse speeding like a runaway train. He shifted back to skin-form.

She fainted.

Chapter Five

“It’s all right. I’ve got you.” Rosa came to with her head against Fort’s shoulder. The hair-roughened expanse was warm and comforting until she recalled how he’d changed into a monster and rushed at her. Scrambling out of his arms and to her feet, she retreated to what she hoped was a safe distance and eyed him askance. She had to try three times to get words out of her constricted throat. “What are you?” “Awulf -- spelled with a ‘U’. I won’t hurt you.” She shook her head in wonder. “For some reason, I believe you. I mean, if you wanted to, you’ve had plenty of chances to do it.” She sobered. “But those other two ... they will hurt me, won’t they?” “No, they won’t! I won’t let them.” “I ...” She swallowed thickly, fighting the urge to scream with fear. “If they ... had sex with me ... would they do it in the ... would they look like you did?” “It’s called mid-form. It’s the shape we take for fighting and, yes, for fucking. It is the shape that bridges our other two: thewulf or fur-shape, and the human or skin-shape.” “You’re not human.” His face hardened. “No, I’m not. My race is from another planet. We crash-landed here millennia ago. We gave your ancestors fire.” “Madre deDios !”She crossed herself. “I believe you.” She lifted drenched eyes to his, blinked as tears obscured her vision before spilling over onto her cheeks. “I don’t want to die.” “You won’t. I promise.” She glanced away, sure her next words would hurt him, hurt his feelings. “I think I know what you have to do to save my life, and I’m not sure I can bear for you to do that if you have to change into that ... that shape you had a minute ago.” She chanced a glimpse down at his erection. It hadn’t diminished a whit, though she was glad to see that in this form it was much smaller. It only looked like an eight-inch two-by-four rather than a huge baseball bat.

Fort sighed, brushed his fingers through his hair, and met her teary gaze. She recognized the habit as a sign of his agitation. His green-brown eyes were clear and straightforward as he laid out the facts. “I can’t fuck you in mid-form -- I’d be too big for you. Neither will I ever take you without your consent. But I’m damned if I’ll let you pretend this is going to be easy. Yes, I’m going to fuck you. Unlike the others, I’ll make damn sure you enjoy it -- you’ll come twice or more before I penetrate you. While you’re climaxing, I’ll bite you, exchanging DNA with you.” “Bite me?” “I have to. It’s part of the claiming. With my bond, nowulf will bother you. You’ll disappear as prey. The alternative is having twowulves brutally fuck you.” Rosa licked her dry lips and thought about the fangs the monstrous shape had sported. “Yes, but ...bite me?” “Think about it. It will be them or me. They’ll force you to accept their cocks in your pussy and ass, possibly at the same time. They’ll take you in all three forms, whether you want it or not. It will be rape, pure and simple, and whenthey get around to biting you, it will end in your death. Me or them ... life or death, you need to choose, and you need to choose now.”

Chapter Six

“If those are my choices, then I choose you.” Her lips curved in a half smile. “Honestly, I had already chosen you.” Fortrayn’s knees weakened with relief, and he had to lean against the desk to remain upright. “Thank God!” Rosa came towardhim, her eyes meeting his fearlessly before dropping down to ogle his cock. It twitched under her perusal, coming to life and preening for her. She reached out a tentative hand and stroked him from crown to base. “This doesn’t look so scary.” Fort placed one hand over hers, pressing her palm against his hot flesh. “This has been dying to get inside you for the last three years. You don’t have to worry. I know my mid-form is too big for your human body to handle. I’ll never fuck you that way. I only changed to show you the proof you needed to know this is all too real.” “I can’t say I expected you to actually ... change like that, but if I’d thought about it, I would have been looking for you to turn into a wolf.” He planted a series of soft kisses on the top of her head. It was all he could reach without disturbing her hold on him. He didn’t want to do that. She rubbed her face in the fur of his chest, her hand languidly gliding up and down his shaft. He cupped the back of her head, rocking her against him. “I didn’t want to change into my fur-form. Awulf attacked you. I didn’t want you associating me with him.”

“I would never do that. He was vicious and mean. You’ve never been that a day in your life.” He thought about that night last month, when he’d helped kill over a dozen men. She wouldn’t think him so peaceable if she’d seen him in action. Rosa squatted down and brushed the head of his cock with her closed lips, just let it slide across her mouth. He hissed, sucking in his breath as she touched a particularly sweet spot under the ridge of his cock. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to drastically cut the preliminaries.” She chuckled against his flesh, sending delicious vibrations down his cock, which grew in diameter under her teasing. His balls churned with seed and his breath hitched. “Careful, woman, I’m not joking.” “You’re not serious, either.” She pouted, glancing up at him from under her lashes. “I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me for three years. It took some jerks messing with me to get you off your ass,pendejo! ” “Hey!” Fort leaned way over andwhumped her bottom. “Watch the language, wench. I was trying to court you gently.” “Humph! More like you realized I had doubts, so you backed off. A real man would have overpowered my fears and made me like it.” She nudged his legs farther apart and got comfortable, dropping all the way down to her knees. Running her mouth along the big vein that coursed the length of his shaft, she bit the topside of the tip of his cock. Shuddering, his hips flexed, sending the sensitive head thudding against her chin. Fort choked. “I’ll keep that in mind for later. While you’re down there ...” He fisted his cock and tapped it against her closed lips, circling. “... wouldyou mind?” Her mouth opened and engulfed him before the words could clear his throat. Her heated cavern soaked the head of his cock in liquid warmth. His eyes tried to curl up in his head. Every brain cell and muscle migrated south while her tongue and teeth worked his burgeoning flesh. With a groan of lush need, he cradled her head and drove his hips toward her face, fucking her lips with slow, shallow digs. Ejaculating in her mouth was a perfect way to get some of his DNA into her, and he didn’t want her choking before he could deliver the payload.

Chapter Seven

Rosa licked her lips to gather up the last bit of Fort’s come.PorDios , he tasted divine -- thick, salty, and slightly sweet, the perfect protein cocktail. Gazing up at him, she smiled when he opened his eyes and reached down for her, more than ready to move to the next course. “That was --” Fort gave his head a shake as if trying to clear it. “-- you did that with such enthusiasm, babe. Thank you. Now, if you would allow me to return the favor?”

A thrill shot straight to her pussy. A gush of cream slathered her panties, and she shifted against the uncomfortable wetness, her voice turned husky when she answered him. “I can’t wait.” Fort looked around the cluttered office. There wasn’t a clear space in sight. “Not here. I know just the place.” He held out his hand, palm up. Smiling into his eyes, Rosa accepted his hand, accepted him.“Lead on,McMutt .” “Hey,” he laughed, “no doggie jokes this early in the game. You don’t know me that well.” She chuckled at his wit and patted his swaying cock, surprised to see it had recovered so quickly. “Oh, I’m beginning to know you pretty well,mi hombregrande .” “I’m dying to become as intimately acquainted with you. Ah, here we go.” He’d led her to the sculpture gallery. The small, bright room glowed with light from the afternoon sun shining through the large rose-tinted skylight. Low, wide tables sat along the sides of the room; taller pedestals stood free of work; three round cable spools, garnered from construction worksites around the neighborhood, sat on their sides, draped in knobby natural-fiber cloth, awaiting the positioning of someone’s work of art. Fortrayn released her hand. A smile on his beautiful lips, he gestured toward one of the round tables. She backed up, eyes on him, until her knees bumped the edge. “No! Wait a moment.” He rushed over to her, stopping her from sitting down. “Before you sit, I want you to take off you clothes -- slowly and ... provocatively.” With a zing of anticipation, she nodded her understanding and stood still, waiting for him to sit down on one of the low tables. He was sotall, in order to sit comfortably he had to spread his legs, which gave her a bird’s eye view of his dangling cock. Even half-mast, the thing was a work of beauty. Looping his hands across the top of his knees, he leaned forward, hungry gaze intent on her. “Begin.” She’d never done a striptease before. The ex always complained about wasting time on what he called “unnecessary preliminaries.” He’d set the pace to fast-forward, even on their wedding night. Her memories of that night were fraught with horror. She’d been a virgin, and he’d promised her softness and low lights. What he gave her, instead, was the harsh reality of life as it truly was. He’d thrown her on the bed, thrown her dress up, and thrown himself on her. Later, thinking back on that time with her present knowledge, she’d cursed herself for not realizing he’d been punishing her and himself for going against his true sexual orientation. Thankfully, their marriage had ended a few months later when he’d decided to stop knuckling under to his richaristo family and moved back in with his long-time male lover. He hadn’t contested the divorce -- hell, he’d paid for it -- and had gladly signed the papers giving her full custody of their daughter. But he’d left her woefully ignorant of such needful things as enticing a lover, seducing him with her charms. Working on instinct, she began swaying from side to side, humming a broken little tune that suffered every

time she looked up and caught his intent gaze upon her. His eyes had bled to pure green, the brown leeched out by lust. He swept them over her, intently targeting her hands as she slowly pushed the cable-knit sweater down and off her arms, revealing her knee-length, button-down jersey. Molten gaze trained on her slow striptease, he moaned. Harsh breathing sounded in the room: hers and his. Smiling a little, thinking if he reacted so strongly she must be doing something right, she started unbuttoning the first in a long line of tiny buttons adorning her knit dress. Her hands shook on the last buttons as his faint chant came to her ears. “Take it off, take it off,take itall-l-l-l- off!” He marked time with his fists hitting his thighs, his cock bouncing to the beat. Biting back a laugh, she flashed a silent warning at him, her eyes narrowed in admonition of his antics. Inside, she thanked him for making it easier on her by lightening up the tense situation. His smile widened, letting her know he understood. With a smirk and a challenge, he repeated the chant, a little louder this time. Dress discarded, she danced for him in her bra, damp panties, and thigh-high stockings. Kicking off her low heels, she sambaed about the room to her breathy rendition of “Living la VidaLoca .” Breasts swaying and hips rolling, she worked her stomach muscles andshimmied her whole body. He growled low, reaching for her, and she pranced away, not ready to give up the heady sense of power she felt. Lost in the dance and in the heat burning in his eyes, she reached up and loosed her hair. Giving a vigorous shake, she tossed her head back, let the heavy French pleat disintegrate into a mass of dark brown curls that rioted over her shoulders and frothed in the small of her back. She grew wetter between the legs, soaking her panties. Brazenly incorporating high kicks in her routine, she flung her legs up, wanting him to see the effect he had on her. Suddenly he was there, bumping and grinding against her undulating body, his hands everywhere, hard and urgent. Something else nudged her with urgency, and she moaned, driven beyond lust by her dance and the promise in his glowing eyes. They weren’t green or brown, but molten gold, burning hot as chili through her skin. Her bra snapped under his hands, and her full breasts fell into his palms. His thumbs brushed her nipples, and they sprang up tight and taut, begging for more attention. Catching both beaded tips between thumb and forefinger, he plucked and twisted, starting a resonating echo that twanged deep in her pussy. Brushing his mouth over her ear, he sent his tongue spearing out to lash at the whorls and eddies of sensitive flesh. His voice was the merest rumble against the damp orifice. “That was truly evil, showing me your sopping panties. You must have known I couldn’t resist such an invitation -- all that spilled cream going to waste.” “You have to let me finish the dance,” she panted, breathing hard, excitement stealing the air from her lungs. Claws --claws? -- ripped herundies to shreds, and a growl sounded against her cheek. “Finish your dance

onme! ” He was lifting her, broad, strong hands at her thighs, turning to pin her to the wall. One hand probed her mound, dipped between her slippery lips to find the opening of her vagina.Pressure ... his huge head butting against her tight entry, punching through, pushing in ...Dios , the heat ... the width, stretching her and reforming her as he surged in and in. “God, you’re tight. Hot and so sweet, you shake my soul!” He praised her, holding her still while he pushed up and into her resisting flesh. She hung suspended on his cock, unable to do anything but accept him as he kept coming, inch after thick inch parting her clinging inner muscles as he forged his way to her womb. He bumped against the mouth of her cervix, and she shuddered, the sensations spiraling from that point of contact indescribably delicious. “In,” he panted, forehead resting beside hers against the wall, “as far as I can get.” He swiveled his hips. “Feel my balls brushing against your ass?” She grunted in reply, too full to force a word around the pike of flesh stuffing her to her throat. He chuckled, and she felt it up to her breasts. Her nipples beaded up, grew tighter, until a diamond couldn’t scratch them. “It’s gonna feel real good when I start stroking. My balls will slap your ass, giving a nice little sting in all the right places.” His words made her so hot, she grew slicker and slid down his cock a fraction of an inch more. They both stared in shock. He drew back to see her mound brushing his pubic hair, not an iota of his cock to be found outside her snug pussy. “I’ll be damned! That’s the first time I’ve ever been able to bottom out in a woman! Hot damn, girl --” He gave her an approving smile. “-- we have some definite possibilities, here.” She wrapped her legs as far as they would go around his hips. “There’s a possibility I’ll expire before you ever start fucking me,” she complained, drumming on his ass with her heels. “Giddy up!” “Oh, yes, ma’am!” Pulling out until just the broad head was lodged in her pussy, Fort gripped her ass in both hands and slammed back in with a twist and swerve of his hips that soon had her bucking on his pounding cock.

Chapter Eight

Fort groaned in ecstasy, hips pumping his cock into the snuggest, most welcoming pussy he’d ever enjoyed. He was in heaven. Never, ever -- aswulf or man -- had he been in such a tight, hot-damned-wonderful pussy. He wanted to sing odes to it. He wanted to drop to his knees and worship it with his mouth. He wanted her to come, damn it, before he disgraced himself.

Sliding a finger between them, he found her clit. Swollen and stiff, her little jewel swam in her flooding juices, more than ready for his manipulations. He circled it, avoiding a direct touch for now, intent on heightening her pleasure. She moaned, and writhed on his cock, but her vaginal walls didn’t contract. If she didn’t come soon, he would explode. Desperate, he sank two fingers into her pussy, gathered her flowing dew, and slipped out to transfer her lubrication to the puckered ring of her anus. Crying out in surprise, she bucked in his arms, tightened her legs about his hips. “Oh, hell, Fort, is that your finger up my ass? How kinky is that?” He growled, “Babe, I’ll put more than my finger up there,” and began to flex his hips, fucking her in counterpoint with his finger. “Tell me when you’re ready to come.” “I’m ...ohh ... that would be now!” “Then come for me, Rosa, my heart. Come on my cock.” Carefully, he allowed his fangs to emerge and bit into her neck. As he took her flesh and pumped his enzyme-rich saliva into the wound, he continued fucking her, pounding into her as she screamed soundlessly beneath him. “Ah! Ah, damn, you bit me!” He growled against her, refusing to take his teeth from her, gorging himself on her blood. A few more thrusts and he lost the battle for control. Pulling his teeth out of her, he took her mouth, kissing her as if starved for her taste, sharing her blood and his saliva with her. Dark fire roared through his veins, scouring his soul clean, leaving room only for Rosa. As his sperm blasted down the shaft of his cock to erupt in the clasping corridors of her sex, he opened his mind to the new channel created by the blending of their DNA. Rosa! Fortrayn?Fort, how are you talking in my mind? My love, we are bonded. Bonded pairs are telepathic together. Feel how you feel clasped around me, your hot, silky cunt gloving my cock so sweetly. Oh!PorDios!You are so deep inside me, stretching my pussy, filling me so full! Fly with me, beloved. Fly home withme ... ***** “So, this mind thing ... can we do it anytime we want?” Fort stirred beside her, coming up on one elbow. One finger lazily circled a sore nipple, and she pulled away from him with a little hiss of pain. “Ow.”

“Sorry.” She covered her nipple with her palm. “You gave it so much attention it’s still tender. Goahead, finish telling me about the mind-to-mind thing.” “It’ll be erratic at first. Once we exchange DNA a few more times, it’ll kick in all the way.” He shifted, played with her hair, walked his fingers down her arm, did everything butmeet her gaze or use the telepathy she knew he had to be better versed in than herself. “What aren’t you telling me?” “We need to go talk to Hunter later today. He has to know about the rogues, in case they overpower me. He needs to be able to take care of you --” She placed a hand over his mouth. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. But, while we’re on the subject, I don’t like the idea of you facing that duo on your own. I’m all for talking to Hunter as long as he agrees to help you.” She lay back down. “Now that we have that settled, tell me the rest of the story.” “Uhm ...” “Come on, let the other shoe drop.” “Er ...” Rosa turned her head and smiled reassuringly. “Micorazón ,you can tell me. I won’t freak on you.” All right, since you asked ... To make this bonding unbreakable, I need to bite you while I’m in fur-form. I don’t want you to fear me. “You’ve mentioned fur-form several times. You mean your body can actually take on dog form?” Babe, I really like you. I’m willing to let a lot slide where you’re concerned, but don’t call me a dog! “Fine, but why wasn’t this bite good enough?” She placed her hand over the marks already turning white with healing, leaving a scar on her smooth skin. In fur-form, mywulf enzymes are at their strongest. When I bite you and exchange DNA, our bond will solidify. “Will you hurt me?” Never! “Okay, do it.”

Do it? That’s it? You’re willing to trust me so soon? “I’ve always trusted you. I never would have fucked you if I didn’t. I decided I wanted you, no matter what, last month. You were the one who was a no-show.” I’m here now. I won’t desert you again. Her heart melted at the evidence of his pain, so clearly communicated through their mental link. Knowing he needed to hear the words, though she felt he’d done nothing to require them, she touched his face with gentle fingers. “I forgive you.” Under her hand, he ... changed, became a thing of beauty, of power. The lines of his body flowed and shifted, fluid and solid at once, until a huge, sleek-furredwulf lolled beside her on the bed they’d devised from spare tables and all the cloth they could gather. She’d have a load of laundry to do later. Right now, she stared in awe at the majestic animal occupying the space next to her. “PorDios,you aremuylindo, miamor ! ” Gracias, micorazón . “Madre deDios !You can speak in this form, too?” A barking laugh answered her.I am still Fortrayn. No matter what form I wear, I am me. Rosa ran her fingers through his dense fur. He rolled over, trapping her legs, and silently presented his throat to her. She ruffled the thick ruff there, swept her gaze down his belly to where his sheath hid his cock. He followed her gaze to his groin. His cock stirred as he realized he now had the same potential problem that plagued Hunter.Rosa, will you let me fuck you in this form? There was a hundred-eighty-five-pound wolf in her bed, staring at her with lust-filled eyes. Not only was it talking inside her head, it was growing the biggest erection she’d ever seen. Amazingly, her pussy didn’t just grow damp -- it flooded at the thought of him taking her in his present shape. Shocked at her reaction, she heard her mouth saying, “You know ... I rather think I will.” The large head lifted from the makeshift bed and golden-green eyes stared at her in astonishment. “But you’ll have to talk to me the whole time. So I’ll remember that’s you in there.” Are youkidding ...? You’ll never be able to shut me up! Babe, my running commentary would never end. This is me -- Fort -- fucking this fine brown ass! See Fort. See Fort fuck. See Fort fuck Rosa! Come, Fort, come! Come, Rosa, come! See Fort and Rosa come! In the midst of her laughter, he sank his canines into the side of her breast. She convulsed with the white-hot

pleasure, body bowed, hips jerking. Her mound grew awash with the proof of her desire. Seeming reluctant to withdraw his fangs from her flesh, he swiped the wound with his tongue, laving his healing enzyme across the reddened spot. Eyes glowing with challenge, he held her wavering gaze as he backed down the bed between her thighs, his muzzle aimed for her crotch. See Rosa’s pink pussy. See Fort’s tongue. See Fort’s tongue in Rosa’s pinkpussy ... Body sweltering under the heated batting of his long, flat tongue, Rosa moaned, hands lifting to squeeze her breasts and tug at her straining nipples. Raising her knees, she opened her thighs wide, making room for Fortrayn’s large canine head. He lapped at her juices with his vigilant tongue, swiping over her sex from anus to clit, sending brutal pleasure ripping through her. Her hips flew up, blindly seeking deeper contact, and he buried his muzzle between her legs, growling and whimpering as his tongue found her entrance and speared into the tight slit. Invading her pussy repeatedly, pushing in and out with relentless determination, Fortrayn dug deep into her tight liquid heat, one huge paw planted on her belly to hold her where he wanted her as he nibbled on her clit, let his fangs rake her thighs. She screamed and bucked, the shock of the fearful sensations rocking her even as his facile tongue returned to curl within her, fluttering against a magic spot that ignited all her passions. See Fort suck Rosa. Suck, Fort, suck! Rosa raised her shoulders to stare down her torso into the feral eyes trained on her face, panting hard. She gasped, gulping air before she could speak. “Miamor ... you stole my line!” Fort’s head came up from between her legs, and she watched his tongue swipe across his dripping muzzle. The intelligence and emotional expression told her just who gazed back at her, and though her pussy and clit throbbed from the vigorous working of his tongue, she suddenly needed more. In a bold move, she grabbed his ears with both hands and forced his muzzle back to the steamy wet juncture of her thighs. He resisted. She tugged harder. Giving in to her demands, he lowered his head and lapped at her cunt, the end of his tongue catching her clit at the top of each long, deliberate swipe. She huffed with each stroke, writhed beneath him as ribbons of bright, streaming arousal twined about her soul, binding her to him. Too soon -- to her way of thinking -- he pulled away, licking his chops. She mewled and thrust her hips up at him. “Please, Fort, don’t stop! I need you.” Ignoring her pleas, he nudged her, pushed and positioned her until she knelt on all fours. She shuddered, pussy clenching in anticipation as the heavy weight of his large body settled against her back. His paws gripped her sides; the claws dug in to hold her subdued, stopping just shy of opening up her skin. He humped against her, his cock -- huge and blunt, hot and damp -thudding against her nether lips, repeatedly missing her entrance. A little help here,please ...

“How could you make me laugh in the midst of the most intense sex I’ve ever experienced?” She reached back and grasped his slippery member, guided its wedge-shaped head between the lips of her pussy. I see you haven’t lost your mood -- gods!His hindquarters surged forward, planting his cock deep in the clasping depths of her pussy.Damn, you’re tight! “Damn, you’re big!” She dropped her head, frozen in place, fighting to accommodate the frightening length and width of his oversized member. Her pussy was stuffed, full of cock ... overfull. He flexed inside, and she felt him from the mouth of her vagina all the way to somewhere near her belly button. “Wait!” She begged. “Give me a moment ...” Rosa groaned, impaled and hurting, her pleasure lessening as his cock grew and lengthened inside her. She wondered sickly what she’d let herself in for. He was huge ... she never should have said she’d fuck him this way. She hadn’t realized his penis would be so much wider and longer than when he wore his human form. At his base, he must be over six inches thick! This wasn’t going to work. She told Fort the same. “You have to get out; it won’t fit!” Oh, yes, it will.. He tightened his grip on her waist and pushed, sinking more of his length into her. Something hot and liquid bathed the walls of her pussy, instantly soothing the irritated flesh. He slid in another inch, and she instinctively tightened, though it no longer hurt as much as before. Easy ... easy ... relax and let me all the way in. She grunted under the strain, shaking her head at her stupidity. She hadn’t thought any part of him remained outside her body. Another squirt of fluid showered her bruised cunt, and her muscles loosened even more, allowing him total entry. I’m in, babe. Now the fun starts! He pulled back and plunged into the depths, seating his cock against her cervix. She screamed and twisted backward on his driving cock, the agonizing ecstasy tearing her reality into shredded bits of flaming lust. He sank his fangs into her shoulder, subduing her, marking her as his for the third time. In and out, deeper, harder, thewulf dominated her, fucking her into submission. Her arms gave way, dropping her to the makeshift bed, and the tips of her breasts scraped against the rough wood as his powerful thrusts jarred the length of her body. You liking it now? She couldn’t gather the breath to answer. Her head bobbed up and down in the “yes” motion. I’m about to knot in you. See Fort’s cock. See Fort fuck his cock in Rosa’s pussy! Oh, I forgot. In this position, you can’t see

this lovely sight. Okay, how about: Feel Fort’s cock! FeelFort ... Lava swam up her spine, overflowed her pussy, and sizzled along every blood vessel. Her senses shut down in erotic overload as a screaming orgasm slammed into her. Even as she came harder and longer than she ever had in her life, she shed tears of laughter. He kept his silly monologue running through two more climaxes.

Chapter Nine

“Hunter, Melody ... can I interrupt you guys for a minute?” Melody glanced up from changing Blair’s diaper and smiled at her new cousin. Blair screamed with laughter when he saw Fortrayn. Stretching up his arms, he demanded, “Ride!Ride!” “Not this evening, buddy.” Fort bend and tickled the little boy’s dark brown belly, his nostrils assailed by the sweet, mouth-watering smells of clean, baby-powdered infant. “Hey, Fort, we’ve missed you. How are you?” Melody dragged him down to drop a sisterly kiss on his cheek. “You haven’t been around lately.” Fort cleared his throat. “No, I’veer ...er ... been busy.” He exchanged a speaking glance with Hunter. The Alpha covered his smile and a wicked wink with the book he held in his hand. “So, will you be eating dinner with us tonight?” “Sure, if I can bring my ... friend. Would you mind?” He tugged on Rosa’s hand, urging her into the room behind him. “I want you to meet someone. Melody, this is RosaIsyasiaMontalvo . Hunter knows her as my boss. I need to introduce her to both of you as my bond-mate.” Hunter dropped the book he’d been pretending to read, eyes flaring. “She’s your ...what? ” He frowned. Keeping his back toward the women, he allowed his eyes to glow with the heat of his anger. “Excuse us, ladies. We need to talk.” He started for the door, his mouth tight with displeasure. “No, Hunter.” Fortrayn stood firm. “I know what you want to say, but nothing you can say will change my mind.” He recaptured Rosa’s hand. “We’re bonded. I fully accept the consequences of what I’ve done. We are here because we need your assistance. Pack law prohibits you to aid us, I know. I wouldn’t ask you to go against it, but we’ve talked it over, Rosa and I. She doesn’t want me to face the twowulves that attacked her on my own.” Hunter slowly sank back down, the glow in his eyes fading. “I’m all ears.” “Wait.” Melody hefted Blair up and settled him on her shoulder. “Let me put the baby down. Don’t dare start until I get back.” She headed down the hallway toward the room that had once been the library but now

served as the nursery. Hunter crossed his knees and twined his fingers together. “So, Rosa, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How have you been?” She blushed and tightened her grip on Fort’s hand. He didn’t say anything to ease her embarrassment. Hunter was his family. She needed to learn he would never hurt her. “How am I? In the last five hours, I’ve learned some astonishing information, Mr. McCallum. Earth is host to aliens living among us, who consider us ... fodder, and two of them have marked me as their full-moon snack. I’ve discovered the man I’ve worked with for the last three years -- the man I love -- is one of these aliens, and I suppose that makes you one, also. Only, instead of killing me, he is intent on saving me at great cost to himself. Other than that, I am fine, thanks.” Hunter leaped to his feet. Observing her through flinty eyes, he demanded more information. “You were attacked? When was this?” Fortrayn cleared his throat. “Uncle, do you recall a certain night when I had ...er ... pressing plans that you vetoed? That would be the night.” “Ah. I see.” Fort imagined he did. “In that case, it would seem my actions are what got you into this situation. I apologize, kids.” Hunter steepled his hands and tapped his lips with his fingers. “I have no choice but to help you deal with these roguewulves .” He grinned. “My defense to the Pack council will be that my orders prevented you from protecting your fling, as was your duty.” Fort bit back a smile when Rosa bristled at the title “kid.” At thirty-six, she hardly considered herself a child. She’d soon learn awulf’s life span made her vaunted age a joke. “Thank you, uncle.” “I am nobody’s fucking fling!” Rosa snarled, confronting Hunter as if she hadn’t feared him minutes ago. Fort cringed. Oops. He’d forgotten to warn herwulves usually considered humans only a temporary sexual feast. A grin stretched Hunter’s mobile lips as he nodded to Fortrayn. “No harm, no foul ... just checking her alpha-ness.” Sauntering over to stand before them, he dropped a kiss on Rosa’s cheek. “You are so right, my dear. Youwere Fortrayn’s forbidden fling. You’ve now turned into his forever. Welcome to the family.” He held out his hand to Fortrayn. “Congratulations, pup. You’ve done well for yourself. Your Rosa is a brave, feisty woman.” “I think so.” He returned the pressure of Hunter’s handclasp, glad his cousin approved of his human mate. “I promise you, if I can, I’ll find a way to mitigate your banishment.”

“Damn it, Hunter and Fort!” Melody stood in the doorway, hands clenched at her hips. “Didn’t I tell you I’d be right back? You two pigs went and started without me, anyway.” With a laugh, Hunter stood up and crossed to his irate mate. Slipping an arm around her thick waist, he hugged her close. “We barely scratched the surface, nosy woman. Let’s go eat. We’ll fill you in over dinner.”

Chapter Ten

“After three years, I’m finally getting to meet your daughter. What time do we pick her up, again?” “Andrea’s plane comes in after twelve, but I’d like to be at the airport today by eleven forty-five.” Fort finished buttoning his shirt before turning and taking Rosa in his arms. “You sound nervous.” I am. I haven’t seen my daughter for almost a year. That bastard kept her longer than he promised. Every time I tracked him down, he changed locations. “As Andrea’s new stepfather, I won’t allow your ex-husband to jerk either one of you around.” She wanted to believe him. Then do so. Hell, I keep forgetting you’re piggybacking in my head. You’ll get used to it. And stop thinking about how much money he has. My family has just as much money as his. Hunter is Alpha Prime-in-waiting of the Western America Pack. He has enormous power. Even if the Pack banishes me, he’ll make sure no one and nothing messes with my new family. He dropped his arms and picked up his jeans. Stepping into them, he zipped and buttoned, making sure his cock settled comfortably in the tight denim. “Do you think she’ll like me?” “She’ll love you ... just like her mother does.” “I was thinking ... maybe I shouldn’t bite her in fur-form. Since it’s not a mate-bite, it doesn’t have to be that concentrated. I wouldn’t want her to be frightened of dogs for the rest of her life.” His nervousness was cute. It showed how much he cared.“Fortrayn.” He almost tripped over the doorsill.“Yeah,hon ?” “You’re waffling.”

“She’s going to be my daughter. I don’t want her scared of me.” “Don’t worry. Andrea is very much like me: pragmatic.” Fort nodded, accepting her assessment of her daughter’s character. She turned her back to him and indicated her zipper. “Get this for me?” He stepped behind her, pulled it up, and dropped a kiss on her shoulder before moving to the dresser and loading his pockets with wallet and keys. “Okay, once we pick Andrea up from the airport, this is how it will play out. Andrea will go stay with Melody and Blair while we rendezvous with Hunter. We’ll deal with your two rogues, return to gather up our pup, and head on home.” He had it all planned -- everything slotted away in its neat little cache. He’d gone to such trouble for her when none of this was his fault. It wasn’t fair to him. Because of her, Fortrayn’s Pack would ban him. His own mother and father would shun him, forced by the Pack to deny him aid or company. Rosa ached for him, feeling his pain more deeply than he felt it himself. She took in a great breath and held it. She owed him the chance to back out, to leave her once they dealt with this crisis. Determined to do so, she prayed he wouldn’t snatch for the chance to break with her. “You know, once this is over, you wouldn’t have to stay with us. Biting Andrea wouldn’t be necessary.” He bristled. His hackles actually rose. She saw the bulk of fur under his shirt. Never mention my leaving you, or your leaving me, in my presence. Like our descendants, the wolves, we mate for life. She beamed.“Yes, sir. I won’t mention it again, sir.”Gracias el Senior, for that! ***** The three of them returned -- Hunter and Fort bloody but victorious -- to Hunter’s townhouse. Slapping themselves on the back, the boys crowed over how they’d routed the two bullies. “They’ve been acting this way since the fight,” Rosa informed Melody with barely contained disgust. “Honestly, I think they were more bullying than those other two. They claimed it was a genuine mistake.” Fort grunted. “You can say that now because they pretended to recognize my claim through the bond-mark. If I hadn’t bonded you ...” “You didn’t have to kill them.” Fort sobered. A frown distorted his handsome face. “Yes, I did. Anyone who hurts you courts death. Rover marred your thighs with his claws, and his partner let him. They scared you and stalked you. Besides, they were lying. Hunter and I could smell their deceit. They planned to catch us off guard and take you, regardless of the bond-mark.”

Rosa waved away his argument. “Yes, I know -- murder, rape, and mayhem -- you’ve said it a dozen times.” Hunter’s booming laugh filled the room. Melody hushed him. “Stop that noise, Hunt. Andrea just got Blair to sleep. If you wake him, there’ll be no playtime for you tonight.” Hunter almost swallowed his tongue. His voice low and gruff, he warned her, “Don’t tease me, woman. This is full-moon night.” “And?”Melody crossed her arms and tapped her foot. “Your point is?” He lunged for her, catching her about the waist and swinging her up into his arms. He made it look so easy. “If Fort doesn’t gather up his crew and head home, they’re gonna see me fuck your sweet chocolate pussy into pudding.” “Hunter!” He laughed, dipped his head to hers for a decadent kiss of lips and saliva and tongues. “Yeah, that’s how you call my name when you mean it.” Rosa, looking on with a slight smile, thought of how deceptive appearances could be. These men didn’t rely only on the physical for the strength they wielded. They were strong inside, where it truly counted. Far from being monsters, they epitomized, for her, the true essence of what made a male a true gentleman. “Fort --” Hunter paused long enough to nod at his cousin and Rosa. “-- lock the door behind you.” Looking back over his shoulder, Melody smiled and winked at Rosa, sharing a woman’s moment. A slender hand on his shoulder was all it took to halt Hunter’s steps. “Welcome to the family, Rosa. I think you both ought to know ...” She paused, caught Fortrayn’s eyes, obviously thinking of just how to phrase her next statement. “I believe Andrea and Blair are going to betrue cousins.” Fort froze. Hunter set Melody down and stared into her eyes. “What are you saying, Mel?” “While you were gone, your father sentWynston with a message for you. The kids were playing in the living room, and before I could intercept him, he’d dropped down to play with Blair, as always. His eyes went funny, and he sniffed at Andrea. She slapped him on his nose and told him to get lost. Next thing I know, he’s backing up and taking off, mumbling something about having to report this to the Alpha Prime. When I asked him what was wrong, he said, “She smells just like Blair. She is unripe, but she is still Breed.” Hunter stiffened. “Where is she now?” “In your study.Apparently, she’s not into TV. I told her she could read until her mom got back.” Morphing as he ran, Hunter flashed down the hallway, Fort a half-second behind him, both shaking off the clothes entangling theirwulfen limbs. Heart pounding with fear, Rosa brought up the rear. Skidding to a stop in the doorway, she clutched her chest, tried to ease her breathing.

Everything looked normal. Andrea sat cross-legged in a giant wing chair, her long black hair falling forward over her gamine face, attention locked on the open book she held on her lap. She looked up and saw the twowulves eyeing her, muzzles edging close to her crotch. Rosa gasped as her daughter’s small hand flew out and slapped Hunter’s muzzle. “Get your noseoutta there, Uncle Hunter! You should know better.” Behind her, Rosa heard Melody convulsing with laughter as Hunter drew back with a yip of surprise. Fortrayn changed shape and flopped onto the floor at Andrea’s feet. “Holy hell,” he breathed. “Igotta sit down. Hunter, what am I gonna do? I can’t protect her by myself!” Rosa didn’t understand the commotion. “Anyone want to clear up my confusion? Please?” Andrea looked up at her mom and heaved a world-weary sigh. She patted the cushion of the chair. “Mom, you better come sit down, too. I have something to tell you.” Stunned at the grown-up tone of her baby’s voice, Rosa crossed the room and perched on the edge of the chair beside her daughter. Fort leaned his head against her knees, and she buried her fingers in the thick fall of his hair, seeking courage. Something told her she was about to learn some truths she might rather live without. “Okay,Drea , I’m ready to listen.” “Mom, dad’s a Breed, and I am like him. When I first went to visit with him, he told me all about what we are. I didn’t find out until this year that his boyfriend is awulf .” “What?” “C’mon, Mom!You knew he was homosexual. That’s why he left us.” Rosa’s hands clenched into fists as scalding anger made her see red. “I didn’t know he was exposing his own daughter, an impressionable young girl, to that lifestyle, though.” Andrea shrugged. “They live openly together. It’s their choice, Mom. Anyway, Pablo started hinting he had a friend that needed a mate. That’s when Dad stopped hiding me and let me come home. He didn’t think he could stop Enrique from taking me away. He said Pablo wasn’talpha enough to refuse him.” “PorDios!” Rosa stuffed one fist in her mouth to stop from screaming. The other one tugged Fortrayn’s hair between her fingers. He reached up and loosened her grip, entwining their hands together. “It hurts to think myniña had to go through this alone!” “Not anymore!” Fortrayn swore. He swiveled to face his stepdaughter. “Somehow, I promise I’ll protect you, Andrea. Do you believe me?” The fourteen-year-oldnodded, a half-smile on her face. “I believe you’ll try.”

Frantic, Fortrayn turned to Hunter. “Oh, god, Uncle, even my stepdaughter knows I’ll fu-- uh -- screw this up!” Hunter morphed to skin-form. “You all need to calm down. Fortrayn, you won’t have to do it alone. The Pack will back you up. That’s one good thing about being stepfather to a Breeder -- they sure as hell won’t throw you out. It would mean throwing Andrea out with you, and the Pack can’t afford to lose even one Breed.” Rosa shook her head. “I still don’t understand.” Melody sighed. “Rosa, your ex-husband is a Breed. Male or female, Breeds breed true. That makes your daughter awulf Breeder, a descendant of a modified human-wulffemale. If she mates with awulf , her children are bornwulf . There are very few of us. She’ll have her pick of the richest, strongest men in the country.” “No, she won’t.” Fort was shaking his head, his eyes still large and shell-shocked. “I’m calling Chase. I’m betting he’ll be here tomorrow afternoon, at the latest.” Hunter raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t she a little young for Chase’s purpose?” “Yes. However, I don’t plan to let him have her right now.” “Fortrayn, how can you talk about giving my baby girl away?” “I’m not going to some man I don’t even know!” “Do you trust me?” Fort took hold of their hands, linking his small family. An impatient sigh lifted Andrea’s immature bosom, but she gave a jerky nod of her head. Rosa’s gentle touch answered him before her words came. “I’ve already answered that question numerous times this week. Ask another.” “Okay. You know I’d die to protect you and Andrea?” They both nodded, cinnamon eyes, so much alike, grown wide with new fear. “Well, without Chase’s help, more than likely I’d just die, and Andrea, you would be taken anyway.” He dropped Andrea’s hand and took both of Rosa’s hands in his. “Honey, as she grows, your daughter will attract every maturewulf in San Francisco and beyond. The law-abiding will offer for her, then challenge when I turn down their offer. The desperate ones won’t be so nice. She needs a level of protection that I can’t supply. Chase is one of the richestwulves in the world. His power base is beyond anything you can imagine. He is our --her -- only chance.” “Make him come so I can see him.” Her little chin set at a pugnacious tilt, Andrea made her demand. “I’m not mating with any ugly oldwulf who isn’t as smart as me. If I don’t like him, you’ll just have to find me someone else.”

Epilogue

The phone rang in the middle of the night, snatching him out of sleep. Groggy and disoriented, his first thought was of his mother. Perhaps she called to tell him about his father’s death and order him home. Hope failed when one of his servants brought the cordless phone to the bedside. “Sir, it’s your cousin, Hunter McCallum.” “Why the fuck would I want to talk to Hunter?” A tinny voice yelled out of the receiver. “Because, you sorry sack of Alpha Prime-in-waiting shit, we’ve found you a Breed!” Sleep fell away like early morning mist parting before the warmth of the sun. “Where is she?” “Don’t you want to know who she is? What she looks like?” “No. She’s breathing. That’s enough.” “Well,cuz ,” Hunter drawled, baiting his counterpart, “in this case, a little more might be required.” Chase paused, analyzed his cousin’s words, looking for hidden meanings. “Cut to the chase, Hunter ... what’s the catch?” “She’s only fourteen.” Panic sang through his blood as Chase calculated her years and the time he had left. It would have to work. He didn’t have time to hunt for anyone else. Damn it, he’dmake it work. To date, he’d been unable to find anyone at all, let alone “else.” “You still there?” “I am. Is the girl still breathing?” “She is.” “Then she’s getting older by the minute.” Over Hunter’s sputtering, he calmly continued. “I owe you. See you in a few hours.” Not by word or deed did Chase reveal the excitement and terror welling inside as he pushed the button to disconnect the call.

“Taylor!” “Sir?” “Wake everyone up. Tell Kerry to ready the jet and alert the pilot. We leave for San Francisco in two hours.”

Camille Anthony

Camille Anthony is a pseudonym for the author who lives in the beautifully wild Low Country of South Carolina. She is a transplant from Sunny California. A fertile imagination and a love of romancefuels her writing, which she has been doing since grade school. Her favorite stories are those of strong, honorable people -- whatever the race, orplanet of origin--who are driven by love and lust to find and hold that one special someone. She likes her heroines feisty, her heroes dominant and her passion red hot! She loves to hear from her readers. Your comments and suggestions are appreciated. Visit Camille on the Web at www.camilleanthony.com or e-mail her at [email protected]. *****