Seduced by the Wolf by Bonnie Vanak Page B

“Come with me.”
    She gave a questioning look, but joined him. His boots clicked on the steps as he descended the porch. Jarrett shoved his hands into his jeans.
    â€œYou’ve been penned up too long in the cabin. I know you, Ariel. You need to run free and wild. This land, this meadow, it’s yours to absorb nature’s energy.” Jarrett began shedding his clothes and gave her a wicked grin. “I need to run as well.”
    The change came over him as always, swift and empowering. His wolf howled with freedom. He pawed at the ground and lifted his head, proud and arrogant, the leader he was. A small smile touched her mouth.
    â€œBig bad wolf. Think you can catch me? Try.”
    The challenge issued, he watched her race off, her Fae powers giving her bare feet wings. He lifted his head and gave a very wolfish grin.
    Time for a little fun.
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    Ariel ran through the meadow, feeling the dry grass crackle beneath her soles. Jarrett followed, a low growl rumbling from his chest. He chased her with determination, the wolf controlling the man with sheer instinct to pursue prey. She recognized his ruthless streak.
    He would not stop until he had her beneath him.
    Laughing, she darted, zigged and zagged, contact with the earth feeding her strength. Sounds of her own heart beating fast echoed in her ears. She smelled the crispness of autumn riding the breeze, the promise of life lying just below the ground after it rested from the long winter. This was her valley, her life, and she would not surrender it without a fight.
    Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the gray timber wolf leap upward, and change back into a man in midair.
    Jarrett tackled her from behind in a gentle whoosh of air and caught her in his arms. He fell gracefully, rolling her beneath him. A predatory smile touched his full mouth.
    â€œCaught. Now what do I do with you? I am rather hungry…”
    A slow lick across her throat, and a small nip. “Delicious Fae. Raw and sweet. Mmm.”
    Ariel laughed, filled with happiness for the first time since her return to the valley. This playful side was the Jarrett she’d known, before responsibility and brutal violence seeped into his life.
    He couldn’t wait. His wolf howled with the primitive need to cover and claim. Jarrett’s hands shook as he stripped Ariel’s clothing. He felt as though the years had evaporated, and he was once more the cocky and carefree youth who cared only about pleasure and pleasing his partner. He sank to the earth, pulling Ariel with him, kissing her roughly.
    Then he placed his hands on her waist and flipped her over. The taut, rounded globes of her bottom drove him crazy with desire. Blood surged into his cock, making him painfully hard.
    Ariel breathed hard, anticipation mingling with fear. In this position, she felt exposed and vulnerable. A cool breeze brushed over her skin, tightening her nipples. She looked over her shoulder and saw his gaze narrow fiercely.
    The wolf looked as if he wanted to devour her. A shiver racked her, but it was a shiver borne of arousal. The sheer rawness of being outside in nature called to the Fae inside her. She felt empty and aching, the space between her legs wet and needy. She needed him inside her, now.
    â€œJarrett.”
    The word was a plea. He seemed to understand and grasped her hips, pulling her against him. She felt the coarseness of hair at his groin, the hardness of his erection slide through her wet folds. Teasing in long, sure strokes. Arousal became sharp and painful, her breathing hitched, her skin feverish. Not the glow of her kind, but something darker and richer pulsed deep inside. Her internal thermostat cranked up to overdrive, the glow becoming molten lava flowing through her veins.
    He bent over her, cupping her breasts and teasing the nipples in slow, sure strokes. “Do you want me inside you, Ariel? I want to fuck you, hard and fast. Your scent is driving me wild, ahh, I