WithHerHunger by Lorie O'Clare Page A

She liked
its sultry edge. “I might not be done playing.”
    She squealed when Luther grabbed her. Her bra straps slipped
off her shoulders then the thin pieces of material snapped.
    “What?” Mariah cried out.
    His extended fingernails were deadly knives. They barely
brushed her hypersensitive flesh, yet she sucked in a haggard breath. By the
time she exhaled, her bra was being tossed to the floor, ripped off her by his
lengthened fingernails.
    “Don’t you dare,” she cried out when he reached for her
panties.
    He was between her legs, and taking off her underwear was
impossible unless he moved. Luther reached with his slightly changed hand.
Mariah grabbed his wrist.
    “I said no.”
    Their eyes locked. Mariah held his gaze captive as she
slipped her fingers under the side of her panties. Then allowing the change to
burn through her veins, her spine prickled with tiny hairs that crawled up her
neck. She extended her fingernails into long, razor-sharp claws and ripped the
side of her panties.
    Luther’s breath caught in her throat and the silver streaks
of lightning reappeared in his blue eyes. She sliced the other side of her
panties. Luther grabbed them and yanked them free from her body. The moment air
swept over her pussy, cream covered her smooth flesh.
    “My sweet little lunewulf ,” Luther snarled.
    “My name,” Mariah gasped. “Say my name.”
    Luther’s rough finger stroked the entrance of her pussy.
“Mariah,” he whispered.
    “Luther!” she howled, arching off the couch.
    His chuckle was deadly sounding. Mariah wasn’t worried when
she stared up through lust-clouded eyes. She reached for him, grabbing his
muscular arms and pulled him to her. Their mouths locked in a passionate kiss
as his cock sank deep into her pussy.
    She cried out into his mouth, and one of his large hands
wrapped around the back of her head as he began moving inside her. They fucked
as lovers would who had been apart from each other for too long. Passion held
thick in the air. Their scents were heady with lust, but it soon changed into a
stronger, sweeter, more pure aroma.
    Love!
    Was it love?
    Mariah remembered how wonderful her sire and mother smelled
when they embraced. This wasn’t the same scent. She and Luther had created
their own aroma. It was an enticing, beautiful smell so strong, so powerful she
doubted it would ever fade.
    Mariah remembered her mother had once told her, Love
didn’t smell simply because you wanted it to. She had said, Love will
grow forever. It will never die, although it can be killed. At the time,
Mariah had snarled at her mother for howling riddles. Mariah had been even more
infuriated when her mother simply smiled. She was afraid she might have that
same stupid smile on her face now.
    Luther began a low growl. Mariah tasted it as much as she
heard it. His cock thrust deeper and deeper inside her. She was crushed into
the couch, her legs wrapped around his thick, powerful torso. Each time he buried
himself farther inside her hot, soaked pussy, pressure grew until it was
unbearable.
    His growl grew and she felt his body tense. Mariah ran her
fingertips, which were now back to their human form, along his flesh. Muscles
quivered under her touch. Her mother and sire had barely known each other when
they had mated, yet their love had been at its strongest when they died. Her
sire’s litter and her mother’s litter had believed the two of them a good
match. Mariah wished now she had asked for more details. Although in the end,
she had witnessed hundreds of times when her litter had run with the clean
smell of happiness. Maybe that was all she needed to know.
    “Mariah, you are…” His words broke off into a thundering
growl.
    As her orgasm erupted inside her, Luther’s control released
and he pumped his come into her.
    “You’re mine,” she finished for him.

Chapter Four
     
    Johann Rousseau’s den turned out to be a spacious layout
with cubs running around and a happy mate who, with