Page 8 of Cursed Wolf

I hoot just as Crius shouts from across the field, “Four down, and I’m in front again.”

Narrowing my attention, I turn in his direction. “Asshole,” I mutter under my breath. I ignore him and let my gaze sweep the grounds for any more enemies.

It’s clean. Only lofty pines circle the field in the distance, mountains soar around us, and the river gurgles at my rear.

I turn in the direction where we left Narah and find two zombies strewn on the ground about twenty feet away. The dead things are twisted and seem to have smoke rising from their bodies. I hadn’t seen those fuckers approach, but it seems our girl used her magic and polished them off with no trouble.

She’s sitting on our duffle bag, her legs crossed in front of her, smirking rather proudly.

My heart thumps. She’s absolutely gorgeous—long hair fluttering in the breeze, her leather vest over the loose shirt following every curve of her breasts.

“I’m impressed.” She claps. “You finished those two in record time. Maybe you deserve a reward.” She blows me a kiss that has my heart squeezing.

“You seemed to have done well yourself.” I eyed the creatures fleetingly, then turned my attention to her.

My initial instinct is to rip her clothes off and bend her over. I’m still riled over Ragnar and Crius fucking her when her heat struck. My cock has remained hard since drawing in her deeply sweet smell that reminds me of ripe strawberries. I want to devour her, lick her all over, and spread her pussy with my cock.

A smile tugs on her lips at my approach. My perfect little wolf girl ignites a blaze inside me, and I doubt she has any idea.

“Beat you,” Crius chuffs, coming toward me like a storm. He leaps on my back, and fuck me, he’s heavy.

“Shit, man.” I stumble on my feet from his momentum as he tries to lock an arm around my neck. Wrestling against him, half laughing because I’m going to get him good, my feet slip out from under me. We fall forward, and Crius might have screamed like a girl. I hit the river, icy water swallowing me instantly.

Shoving Crius off me, I push upward. When my head breaks the surface, I suck in air and shake the water out of my face. Crius bursts out of the water in a dramatic show. The guy always strives to be the center of attention, and as much as it pisses me off that I got shoved into the river, I laugh at his theatrics.

“You two are the clumsiest guys I’ve ever seen,” Narah states from the bank of the river, standing with hands on her hips, smirking.

She’s a goddess, and I can’t stop staring at her beauty, at those amber eyes studying us.

“I beg to differ,” I mutter. “It’s fat ass over there who shoved us into the water.”

“You needed to wash the undead blood off you, so what does it matter?” Crius glides on his stomach toward Narah. “Now, your turn to get in, beautiful.”

Her eyes widen, and she back peddles. “I don’t think so. Besides, we’re sitting ducks out here, especially with all the noise you two are making.”

“I’ll make you deal. Come in the water, and we’ll stay quiet.”

She arches an eyebrow, surprised at his suggestion. I doubt anything should surprise her when it comes to Crius.

“Better yet, you two get out of the water. We need to get a move on.” There’s a somber tone to her voice, and of course, she’s right. Our break was merely to eliminate some creatures in our way.

Dragging myself out of the water, my clothes dripping and heavy on my body, I groan while Crius dives back under the water. I strip, peeling off my wet shirt, not wanting to be slowed down if we are attacked again. Pushing the dreadlocks from my mohawk over my shoulder, wring out the water. My boots are filled with river water as well, but I can live with them being wet. When I drop my pants and step out of them, I lift my head.

Narah’s a few feet from me, looking me up and down, her mouth hanging slightly open. There’s lust in her gaze, and her nipples harden, pushing against the fabric of her clothes.

My cock twitches, thick and growing harder. It comes from having sex on the brain all day. My reaction to Narah is as honest as anyone can ask for, and I’m proud to show her the effect she has on me.

“Well,” she mumbles as her cheeks heat. “You’re so big. Isn’t cold water meant to cause, you know,”—she pinches her fingers together—“shrinkage?”

“I can’t speak for other men, but I have no shrinkage problem.”

She swallows loudly and turns away shyly.

My heart’s pounding as more blood rushes to my dick. I laugh at her response, trying my best to close down the horny side of me, dying to get out. I’m so fucking turned on, and being naked isn’t helping the situation.

Crius splashes behind me, so I assume he wasn’t privy to our conversation, or he’d be here in seconds, cock in hand, asking to compare sizes. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Snatching my clothes off the ground, I walk over to the duffle bag, and Narah follows me. The flush on her cheeks deepens, and she’s nibbling on the corner of her mouth. The fragrance of her pussy floats on the breeze and fills my nostrils—delicious, mouth-watering, and seductive. My head screams to walk away, to remember where we are, but my body refuses to listen. When it comes to my gorgeous wolf girl, I’m rendered utterly useless. I crave to hear her gasping out in pleasure and panting as I bring her to orgasm.

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