herself. Somewhere in the back of his fogged brain he knew he should take
over, at least make the positioning less painful for her. He knew he was good-sized, and
her small tight cunt would stretch painfully taking him like this.
Ali sank down over him, her soaked pussy swelling around his cock as he entered
her. He didn’t dare move. Every muscle inside him hardened painfully as he forced
himself still. She barely had him in her when she stopped, causing the fever inside him
to burn past the boiling point.
Her eyes opened, her lips parting as she took a minute to get accustomed to him
being inside her. He had to grab her hips when she pulled up, almost freeing his cock
from her heat. He didn’t push her back down. Damn it if he didn’t want to. But he
didn’t.
“You don’t have to do this.” His words sounded foreign even to himself.
Damn her for putting him in this position. Stone wasn’t a compassionate lover. He
fucked with a vengeance, making his bitches scream for more. Stone was a wild Cariboo,
a werewolf with a reputation. He fucked them and left them limp, soaked and satisfied,
every damn time.
There was no way he could do that to Ali.
“I want this,” she whispered, and then lowered herself over him again.
This time she moved faster, taking more of him quickly. Her fingernails dug into
his shoulders when she cried out, almost collapsing over him. Her pussy muscles
clamped down on him, tearing at the will that burned throughout his body.
He felt her pussy part, the small fragile skin that had been her youth tear free.
Digging into the soft flesh of her hips, he lifted her slowly, and then lowered her,
managing to create a rhythm for her to follow.
Her breathing came in gasps as she began fucking him, her orgasm filling the air
around them with a raw sweet smell.
“More. More. I need more,” she cried out. Her soft blonde hair, with its streaks of
red, fanned around her flushed face. “Damn it, Stone. Fuck me.”
He couldn’t bear it any longer. Lifting her quickly, he laid her down on the couch
and came over her. Ignoring every thought that struggled to come forth in his brain, he
spread her legs open and dived into her tight cunt.
“God. Yes!” She was a bitch starving for cock.
Her slender legs wrapped around him and he rode her as hard as he dared. He
didn’t hold back, knowing she couldn’t take it for long, and barely managed to pull out
before his cock swelled, trying to lock inside her. Instead he came all over her flat
tummy, watching her grin up at him with a look of intense satisfaction.
Chapter Four
Ali shouldn’t be doing this. It was the third day she’d trudged up the mountain,
working her way to the small cabin isolated among the trees. Every time it was the
same thing—an empty den.
It was the same way today. There was no one here.
The cold wind bit at her cheeks, carrying away the frustration that would have
lingered around her.
“He told you he was leaving,” she chastised herself.
Nonetheless, she couldn’t stop the empty pang that made her stomach ache. It
should be enough that she’d had an adventure, experienced something she never could
have had with any of the local Cariboo. Thank God none of them had seen her that night.
It wasn’t anyone’s damn business who she’d run with, or what she’d done. Her pack
was pretty tight-knit, though. One word out of one mouth, and every den in Banff
would have known sweet little Ali had gone and been a bad little bitch.
Well, she wouldn’t have any of that.
Going down the mountain didn’t take that long, and she managed to make it to the
tavern before her shift started.
Hurrying behind the counter to drop off her purse, a couple at the corner table
caught her attention.
It was Stone!
Her mouth went dry. At the same time her heart started pounding too
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