Bad Wolf
Along with the taste of him,
she savored of the flavor of her own juices that coated his softening shaft.
    Zane
allowed Nikki to lick him clean and then pushed her away. Run with me ,
he commanded and they sprang off into the trees.

Chapter Seven
     
    The
sun blazed across the cabin and the nearby woods. Naked forms spilled out from
between the trees, some stumbling on tired legs while others bounded with fresh
energy. Nikki padded gingerly behind the throng, her body a jumbled mass of
delicious aches. Her pussy throbbed from the outcome of the vigorous game of
chase along with the numerous times Zane woke her up with his mouth or hands.
Her nipples felt pleasantly swollen, and she knew she not only reeked of sex
but looked as though she’d spent the entire night fucking her brains out…which
is exactly what she and Zane had done.
    “You
keep walking like that, and we won’t make it to the cabin.” Zane strode
silently to her side.
    “Walking
like what?”
    “Your
ass is swaying in a most enticing way.”
    Nikki
playfully punched Zane on the shoulder. “Does everything remind you of sex?
Never mind, don’t answer that.”
    Zane
grinned. “What can I say? You bring out the animal in me. Literally.”
    “I’m
not unique in that respect.” Nikki knew Zane had fucked every female in the
pack at some time or another with the exception of maybe one new cub. It didn’t
bother her because she knew physical attraction and lust did not equal love or
commitment.
    Zane
stopped and grabbed her shoulders, turning her to face him. “Make no mistake,
Nik. You affect me like no other. Sure, I enjoy having fun with some of the
other girls in the pack, but that’s all it is.”
    “I
know that now, Zane. You don’t have to reassure me.” She put her palm flat
against his chest, and she could feel his heart beating beneath it. “As long as
this is mine, I don’t have a problem sharing this.” Her other hand curled
around his semi-erect shaft.
    Zane
leaned in and kissed her, his lips pressing gently against hers. “Always.”
    For
a brief moment, Nikki considered playing with his cock in her hand but thoughts
of Sara intruded. If she got Zane so aroused that he wanted one last round
before they left the cabin, she would give Sara an opening to challenge her.
She wanted to usurp the bitch but only when she felt she was ready.
    “Come
on big boy. If I don’t hurry up and get back to civilization, I’m going to be
late for work.”
    “You
just had to be different and have a day job.”
    “Well
some of us do have to work for a living.”
    Zane
smirked and swatted her on the ass. “Not for much longer you won’t.”
    Nikki
opened her mouth to ask what exactly he meant by that, but they had reached the
cabin, and Rachel met them at the door.
    “Here
Nik, I brought your clothes. Thought you might want to get dressed out here. I
know you’re in a rush to get to work.”
    From
the look on Rachel’s face, she thought Sara must be almost done with her duties
with the new cub. Especially when Rachel shoved the clothes into Nikki’s hands
with enough force to push her backward.
    Zane
glanced back and forth at the two ladies, an eyebrow raised in question, but he
remained silent. Nikki shoved her legs into pants and arms into a shirt and
gathered the rest of her belongings. “I’ll put my shoes on in the car. If I
don’t get moving, I won’t have time for a shower, and that would not be a good
thing.”
    Zane
laughed. “I can just see you going to work in the condition you’re in. Everyone
would know exactly what you’ve been up to all weekend. Well, not everything,
but enough.”
    Nikki
smacked him on the arm before grabbing his head to plant to big kiss on his
lips. “I’ll see you later.”
    She
bounded down the pathway to her Jeep and threw her stuff in the passenger seat.
“Rach, you coming soon?” she hollered as she climbed in.
    “Yep,
just as soon as I grab my stuff.”
    “Okay,
see you at home.”
    On
the
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