Starr, Ellen - Wolf's Passion [The Joined] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Ellen Starr

hindrance if he needed to shift.
    The main rooms of the house were empty. Wolf didn’t scent anyone. His Pack hadn’t been in since late the day before. No enemies were near. He would have known right away if Dolores had come anywhere close to the canyon ranch. She counted as the biggest enemy they had with her opposition to their small Pack. She wanted to assimilate them, to rule them. He shuddered. Dolores’s distinctive stench made him ill. He began to relax.
    The faint sound of the shower running in the bathroom inspired a wicked smile with thoughts to match. Ah, so that’s where she is . He listened a second then walked to the little bathroom, stopping at the door. He stepped inside, taking a moment to gaze at her through the clear plastic shower curtain. She stood with her head back, her face turned up to the spray. His cock rose. Her body called to him the way no other did. Rafe and Dale were his Pack brothers. He would die for them. For Cora, for his chienne de loup-garou, he would kill.
    He stepped into the shower, sliding his arms around her waist. She made a little startled sound, turning her head to look at him.
    “My, you’re jumpy. Sex is supposed to relax you,” he murmured in her ear.
    “Wolf, you’re crazy, you know that?” She shivered.
    “So I’ve been told.” He traced the curve of her ear with his tongue.
    “Your friends will be here soon.” Her breath caught.
    “I couldn’t care less.” He turned her around to face him. “You don’t either, do you? Not really. I saw how Rafe affected you. He affects me that way, too.”
    “But...mmpff—” He cut her off, covering her mouth with his. He ran his hands down her back, pulling her against him.
    He slid his mouth down her throat, never leaving her skin. He licked her breasts, continuing down over her belly. Kneeling, he combed his fingers through the curls between her legs. With a gasp, she tangled her fingers in his hair, moaning. Wolf swirled his tongue over her clit. He pushed his fingers into her pussy, sliding them in and out slowly as he flicked his tongue over her clit. He growled as she moaned his name. She was his, would be theirs, as long as he lived if he had anything to say about it. When he felt her knees start to give, he stood, using the movement to enter her. She cried out, holding onto him, letting him do all the work until she tightened around him, her orgasm making him come.
    He eased away from her, both of them trying to catch their breath. “Water is getting cold. We should get out.” He took her hand then stepped out of the shower, pulling her along with him.
    “I don’t have anything to wear. All my clothes are in my car.” She took the towel he handed her, wrapping it around herself. He looked her over for a few moments.
    “I think we can find you something. Come on.” He wrapped an arm around her waist. They headed for the bedroom to find her some clothes.

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    Wolf watched Cora set the pan off the burner. The way she looked dressed in their clothes sent a surge of lust through him. She did things to him, made him feel things he didn’t understand. He supposed what he felt was love. It rivaled what he felt for the Pack. Wolf hoped she felt the same. He walked up behind her, sliding his hands over her hips, making her jump again.
    “I thought I told you, sex is supposed to relax you,” he murmured in her ear. “Dale’s T-shirt looks better on you.” He moved his hands over her hips. “So do my jeans.” He pulled her back against him.
    “Wolf, stop it.” She shivered.
    “You love this. I know it, and you know it.” Wolf brushed his hand up her spine, up under her hair, brushing it away from her neck. He slipped his hand through her hair, kissing the back of her neck. He heard footsteps on the gravel outside. The breeze through the kitchen window brought him the familiar scents of his Pack lovers. Rafe made no secret of their return. Wolf heard the door open. He leaned in, kissing her neck,