Page 30 of The Strongest Wolf

She’s not afraid of me. Good.

Relief ripples through me as I take in the sleek brown wolf with liquid silver eyes.

She smells good. So good I want to rub myself all over her, so she’s wearing my scent just as much as I’m wearing hers. But as she’d probably have a problem with me forcing her to the ground so we can exchange scents, I settle for a quick head rub before backing up.

She fixes her gaze on my ear rather than my eyes, and I know I’m going to have to do something about that. Eventually. I’m more dominant, and her wolf will want to submit to me, so I know why she does it. I need to prove to her that I would never use my dominance against her the way the members of the Stone pack would have. How I’m going to do that is a question for another day. Today is just about fun. For her.

Angling my head toward the forest, I give her the age-old signal any wolf would know: Do you want to play?

Sierra hesitates for a beat and then takes a small step closer. And then another.

Frowning, I’m thinking of a way I can tell her that she’s safe with me, that I won’t hurt her, when she darts past me, flicking her tail in my face as she passes. Then she’s just… gone.

That conniving little…

But I’m grinning as I tear after her, content to let her win this race, but not by too big of a margin.

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Nearly an hour later, exhausted but exhilarated by our run, I wait until Sierra is reaching for her shirt to dress when I approach her from behind and walk her into a tree.

“Galen.” Her voice is breathy as I stroke my hands over her hips to her breasts. “What are you doing?”

I nip her throat, drawing a ragged moan from her that goes straight to my dick. “What do you think?”

Her breasts fill my hands to overflowing, and I groan as I caress their heavy weight until her nipples harden from my touch.

“We can’t.”

As I continue to knead her breast with my right hand, I stroke my left hand down her flat belly, needing to touch her. “Yes, we can.”

“But we’re—” Her soft complaint ends in a shocked gasp as her hands grab the tree in front as if for balance.

I’ve barely touched her, but her pussy is so slick that the finger I dip inside her meets little resistance. My cock hardens against the sweet curve of her ass. “You want me.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean—”

I plunge my finger deeper into her channel and grind my thumb against her clit.

The desperate moan which emerges from her throat nearly makes me come right on the spot. When she rubs her ass against my already throbbing cock, I’m ready to throw her to the ground and take her then and there.

But Sierra deserves more than that, so I strangle my urge and try to regain a semblance of control. After drawing in a deep breath, I release it, pray I can hold myself together just a little longer, and whisper in her ear, “Doesn’t mean what?”

“You know what? I changed my mind.” Her husky admission would make me laugh if I wasn’t so hard.

Her arousal, sweet and decadent, surrounds me. I inhale the scent of it deep into my lungs as I take my time drawing more soft moans and eager whimpers from her, first thrusting one finger within her, and then two. The thought of being inside her again, of it being my cock stroking in her tight heat, makes my cock jerk.

Fuck, Galen, now is not the time to be thinking about that.

“Changed your mind about what?” As if I don’t know. As if I can’t tell from the way her hips are moving against mine that her climax is hovering closer. Her muscles ripple around my fingers, and her breath catches.

I ease my hand away and swallow a smile at her groan of frustration. “Galen…”

“What?” I smile against her throat.

She grips my wrist and drags my hand right back.

My smile widens. “Hmm, did you want me to do something with this hand?”

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