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your pussy. Just like your message said.”
    Normally talking was the last thing from her mind when it came to sex, but he was right about the message. She’d been confident then, and she could be confident now.
    “Harder,” she said. “Fuck me harder.”
    Craig did as he was told, and Michelle had to fight not to scream in pleasure as he slammed his cock into her harder and faster. The bed thumped against the back wall as he worked, and Michelle felt like she was being pounded through the mattress. This was so different to what she was used to, and now she knew she’d been missing out.
    “Faster,” she cried, all thoughts of keeping the noise down gone. “Fuck me, Craig!”
    He growled in response and redoubled his efforts. She didn’t know how he could keep up the pace, but she didn’t give a damn. Just as long as he kept it up.
    All too soon she felt the climax coming. Her stomach muscles clenched as heat spread through her body, and her vision turned white at the edges. She tried in vain to hold off, but it was no good. With an almost primal scream she came harder than she’d ever come before, her whole body spasming as if she had been electrocuted. She fought for control, gripping Craig’s shoulders so hard that her nails dug into his skin. That was the last straw for him, and he cried out, too, his eyes screwed shut as he fought to keep control.
    “Fuck!” he growled as he finally came, his muscles clenching then releasing.
    He kept going, his strokes inside her slower but still as deep, as they both came to the ends of their orgasms. When he finally stopped he pulled out and rolled onto the bed beside Michelle, panting heavily. They stayed like that for the longest time, gasping for breath and not speaking. Michelle was the first to break the silence.
    “That was incredible,” she said.
    Craig took a deep breath and swallowed, then smiled. “You’re telling me.”
    “Quite the animal once you get going, aren’t you?”
    He colored and looked away. “Yeah, sorry. I should have mentioned that.”
    “Oh, I’m not complaining.” Michelle reached down and ran a finger along his now-softening cock. “I’ve never done it like that before, but it definitely wasn’t a bad thing.”
    Craig nodded and closed his eyes. “In that case we should wait a few minutes.”
    Michelle frowned. “What are we waiting for?”
    “Round two.”

Chapter Four
     
    Jack pulled his SUV into the parking lot beside The Rat Hole and jumped out. Most of the bar’s clientele were bikers, and cars were usually scarce. In fact his was the only vehicle in the place with more than two wheels. No, that wasn’t quite true. There was a car up on bricks at the other end of the lot. Still, the locals knew him well—some of them painfully well—so he would probably still be able to drive away later.
    He could already smell the two shifters. Both were wolves, both were inside, and neither were familiar. Must be new members to Mickey’s pack. He was always on a recruitment drive. Jack wondered how it would go this time. Usually it ended one of two ways. Either he’d intimidate the jerks into leaving, or they’d start a fight. Jack was happy either way.
    The bar was nothing special. A large neon sign hung over the door leading into the squat building, advertising imported beers and pool. Jack gave the night air one last sniff and then headed inside.
    Much like old Western movies, most of the patrons turned toward the door as he stepped into the low-ceilinged bar. As usual, they ran the gamut, from grizzled old bikers with more tattoos than skin, to trendy hipster types drinking beer huddled in one corner. Several of the bikers recognized Jack and waved him over with their empty glasses.
    “Hey, long time, no see, Jack,” said one particularly large man who went by the nickname Choker. “Where’ve you been?”
    “Working too fuckin’ hard,” Jack said with a grin. “Speaking of which, I need to go have a word with a couple