Page 1 of Wolves Bound by Desire

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Fury pounded through Misti Wolventon with every paw that touched the ground. Who did Anders Kraus think he was? Seducing her with the intention of killing her. Then not killing her only to turn around and kill one of her pack’s guards and kidnap her father’s second in command.

When I see him next, he will rue the day he met me.

Which had only been hours ago. They had met at a bar, he recognized her as a werewolf, they fucked…

He had used his teeth to lower her bra straps down her shoulders, and then he’d managed to unhook her bra with his teeth. He’d ripped her thong. He’d taken her like no other man had. He was the first werewolf she had ever slept with, and now she knew no human male would ever be able to satisfy her.

An hour had passed since her cousin Xavier had told her of Anders’s vicious acts. She had covered much ground, even located Anders’s spicy, woody scent, but she had yet to find the actual werewolf.

For over twenty-four hours now, she had been awake, and for the past several hours, she’d been in wolf form. First, to run away on a self-imposed exile for having slept with a werewolf, and not just any werewolf, but a member of the hated Shadowed Stars. And second, to hunt down and kill that same werewolf.

Her body was slowing down, though, and she had once again lost his scent. As much as she feared what Anders might do to Gerald, her father’s second in command and a good and loyal wolf, even if her father wasn’t, she could not keep going on like this. Her body needed rest.

Luckily, she knew the land here well, and she altered her course to arrive at a small clearing. A mini waterfall emptied into the lake. Inside the waterfall, only a few feet above the lake, rested a cave she’d often hid in when she had been only a wolf cub.

The cave was a tighter fit now that she was grown, but here, she felt safe. Despite her troubling thoughts and mounting worries, she dozed and drifted into a deep sleep.

A warmth settled over her body, and she snuggled deeper into herself, only to realize she was snuggling against someone else. She jerked away to see Anders lying beside her. His wolf form was as breathtaking as his human form—dark and light gray with patches of white, muscular limbs, a bushy tail, well filled out. Anders was not a runt of a wolf, not by a long shot. His piercing, golden eyes stared at her. A paw touched the side of her face, and she trembled. She was forgetting something important, but the way he was looking at her left her needy and full of lust.

His paw transformed, the fur giving away to flesh, and she couldn’t say who transformed to human faster, but all too soon, their naked bodies were pressing against each other, grinding and gyrating, his mouth claiming hers and swallowing her pants and moans. She wanted him, needed him… Oh, why wasn’t he inside her already?

Misti pushed him away and started to mount him when he disappeared, and she landed on the cold hard cave with a thud.

Jerking, Misti woke to find herself alone in the cave. During her sleep, she’d shifted back to human, and her hand was between her legs. She was so wet, almost as wet as she had been before Anders had slipped inside of her for real.

It annoyed her greatly that she hated to realize it had only been a dream. Shoving her disappointment away, she played with a nipple as one, two, three fingers slipped up and down her slick folds. When she entered herself, she imagined Anders’s cock pumping in and out of her, stretching her, going in deeper, harder, faster, until she was almost there, just about there, the intensity was building and building…

“Anders,” she whispered weakly as she orgasmed, hating herself for craving him. He should be nothing to her. Less than nothing.

Her father had expressly forbidden her from sleeping with another werewolf until she was married to her partner. Had he realized something like this could happen? While she had refused to allow Anders to claim her, she felt connected to him on some level.

That’s ridiculous.

Judging by the faint lighting in the sky, she had not slept long at all. Misti reasoned another hour wouldn’t hurt.

A part of her hoped she’d dream of Anders again.

And she did.

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Whenever the wind shifted, Anders could smell her scent. She was nearing his location. He should flee. There wouldn’t be any way for her to accept him, not with her knowing the truth.

Besides, he was living on borrowed time. His father had exiled him once for disobedience. Two days ago, his father had called him after almost ten years and told him that Anders could return to their pack, the Shadowed Stars, on one condition—he had to kill a certain wolf from their hated rivals, the Red Nightwalkers, a Misti Wolventon. If he accomplished this, Anders would not only regain a place in his pack. His father would consider reinstating him as heir.

Anders had agreed. Wolves were not meant for solitary existences. And locating her proved easy enough, but when he saw her, he just had to have her. Maybe it had been because of all the time by himself with only humans around him, but seeing the beautiful werewolf had stirred something deep within him.

Claiming her as his own wasn’t an option, but he had to at least sleep with her. After that, who knew?

And it had been amazing. Misti had been so wet and tight he had almost blown his load as soon as he entered her. And while he hadn’t allowed her to do much but accept what he had to give her, he wanted her again, desperately, so badly he would even allow her to tie him up and do whatever she wished to him.

But he had a feeling sex would be the last thing on her mind if they should cross paths again. She would be out for his blood, not his semen.

His entire body felt fatigued, and he longed to rest. A stream called to him, and he bounded over to it, his tongue lapping at the cool water.

A growl filled his ears.

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