Claimed by the Wolf

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Claimed By The Wolf

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2011 by Taylor McKay

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Publishing History

First Demanding Romance Edition, July 2011

Cover art by Morgan Lee

Published in the United States of America

Claimed By The Wolf

Channing’s Wolves 1

Breath misted in the cool evening air. Muscles burned, pushing him, stretching his levels of endurance. Calan was strong. He had to be because his pursuer was just as cunning, just as swift. And the wolf was gaining ground.

As a wolf in his prime, Calan was a hunter, of age for a female mate and a defender of his territory. However, Calan didn’t want a territory, didn’t want a bitch to mount. Calan ached for the forceful domination of another Alpha.

Blood rushed through his veins, the thrumming of his pulse keeping rhythm with the pounding of paws against soft soil. He was on Channing land, rushing through the scrub and rocky terrain. This wasn’t his territory, but he wasn’t the only one trespassing. The wolf on his heels was gaining. Calan dug in, pushed harder. He was fast—the other wolf was faster.

A growl echoed through the forest and seeped into him. Lust coiled in his gut. His cock was swelling, pheromones saturating the air. Calan tamped down the whimper building in his chest. He ached to lie in the tall grass and submit. Eventually, but not yet. There was no doubt the black wolf giving chase would fuck him. Calan didn’t have a choice. With equal ferocity, Calan desperately craved the joining.

He darted left, his paws clawing the leaves, twigs and rocks covering the ground. Adrenaline spiked his blood, surging new energy through him. He propelled forward, exerting every effort to give good chase. Would he outrun the other wolf? In the six weeks since their first encounter, Calan never had, and he wouldn’t tonight. But that didn’t mean he’d give in easy. He’d run, fight, and finally he’d submit.

But the night was young. Drinking in the cool forest mist, he ran as if his life depended on it.

Taking a sharp right, he lost his footing and stumbled. A cry broke from him, but he ignored the pain and quickly sprinted deeper into the woods. Breath came hard and fast. He panted. Night sounds surrounded him, and beneath the subtle fragrances of evergreen and oak, he detected the distinct scent of the male wolf in pursuit. Calan would know him anywhere and he was getting closer. Calan’s body primed for the fight.

The vibrations of the paws grew closer. Calan’s heart matched the rampant rhythm of the other male. The black was stronger, faster, larger. He was intimidating and Calan couldn’t resist the erotic pull. Fear clashed with the unquenchable need for cock.

A viscous growl rent the air. Calan skidded to a halt. Ears twitched and a low vibration rumbled from his belly. Fur prickled along his nape. Lips pulled back in a snarl as Calan bared his teeth and searched the shadowed forest. The black was here.

Calan crouched into an attack position, sniffing the air for the black’s exact location.

Fuck. He spun, mouth open, but the black was faster, bigger, and driven by instinct.

Calan twisted, snapping over his shoulder, but the ferocious black wolf’s bite was more deadly. The black’s strength and power was no match for him. God, but Calan loved the chase, loved the fight. His back arched, his body hungry for mounting. The black’s mouth angled to bite, but Calan bucked at the final moment, throwing the wolf off balance. The black snarled, saliva dripping from his massive canines.

Calan bolted, his muscles tense yet his body moving with fluid grace. He was a wolf, a natural predator. A laugh flitted through his mind. He loved being the prey.

Before he could celebrate his temporary escape, a crippling pressure landed on his back. The wolf pinned him to the soft soil, trapping Calan beneath the solid muscles of his chest. Calan couldn’t move. His heart clamored. Harsh breaths misted in the damp air. The black wolf’s solid furred chest rested against his back…and then he bit Calan.

Sharp teeth sank deep into his flesh, holding him immobile. Calan howled into the night. Searing pain ripped through his flesh. Blood bubbled to the surface. The black’s growl vibrated through Calan’s torso. Blistering heat surged through him. If Calan moved, the wolf would tear him to shreds. Calan whimpered, the pain morphing into pleasure. The black maneuvered behind him, taking position, claiming Calan. This wasn’t their first encounter but with each meeting Calan began to need more. The wait for the shift was agonizing.

The black bit down harder, piercing deep, his bite bringing the change needed to fuck. Calan knew this wolf by scent…by instinct. Growls becoming a low vibration of need seeped from the black wolf into Calan. The effect was soothing, yet seductive. Calan softened, letting the black wolf subdue him. Calan willing submitted. Blood trickled down Calan’s shoulder, but the black wouldn’t release the bite, not until he forced the shift. Calan moaned as his body began the change from wolf to man. The black’s paws shifted, becoming long strong fingers that gripped Calan hard. The calloused touch sent a shiver through him.

Muscles burned, transforming. Bone popped and altered. Calan’s mouth ached as his canines receded into his gums. The black’s bite eased, his lips becoming full and soft. Calan moaned as the wolf’s bite became a tender kiss. Warm breath caressed Calan’s smooth human skin. Both now fully human, strong arms wrapped around Calan’s middle, keeping him on his hands and knees and anchoring his ass to the man’s groin. The solid thickness of his cock probed between Calan’s ass cheeks. Pre-cum streaked his flesh. The black was big. Thick thighs pressed against his own.

Words were never spoken. Calan didn’t want to know the man. This was sex. Hard, fast and frenzied. The black wolf was Calan’s choice in mating, but only for sex. He’d learned long ago not to become attached. A wolf needed a mate—a female—and Calan was only complete with another male.

Kissed trailed along the ridge of Calan’s spine. Oh yes. The man gripped his buttocks, buried his face in Calan’s ass, and tongued his hole. Hot wet lashes prepared him for penetration. Calan’s dropped his head and moaned. His cock throbbed and pre-cum oozed from the slit in the wide, blunt head. One day…one day he’d hoped to find someone for more than sating the needs of his wolf. But in his thirty years he’d met and fucked many wolves, too many to count and in the end it was always the same. Their instinct to breed overwhelmed the need to fuck a male of their choice.

Calan’s thoughts were brought back to the man eating his ass and nipping his flesh. Reaching between Calan’s legs, the man’s large hand fondled Calan’s tightened sac. He rolled Calan’s balls in his palm and gently tugged. Calan’s cock bounced against his belly.

“Now,” Calan grumbled.

A low chuckle rippled over him. The man curved his chest over Calan’s back. He reached around Calan’s middle and grasped Calan’s cock in his fist. He pumped the solid shaft as he bit the shell of Calan’s ear. “Not yet.”

Calen shook with need. The man’s cock rode the crack of Calan’s ass. The man rocked his hips, teasing Calan with near penetration. He stroked Calan from base to tip, squeezing with perfect pressure to heighten Calan’s need but keeping him from coming.

Calan’s back arched as the blunt head of the stranger’s erection pressed against his opening. Muscles in his back bunched and his arms strained against the pressure of the cock breaching his hole. Thick girth stretched him. Spit and pre-cum lubricated his pucker but the man was huge and hard. Muscles in his rim resisted. He breathed slow and steady and bore down on the penetration. The man’s fingers gripped Calan’s hips, digging in and anchoring him. Calan’s jaw clenched and his teeth ground together. “Ah, just fuck me.” He needed dick…now.

With primal force, the man plunged deep. Calan cried out, fiery heat sizzling over his flesh. Cock stretched his hole, filling him…completing him. Calan bent at the elbows, driving the man’s dick deeper into his ass. A groan echoed though the trees as he pulled back, then slammed into Calan’s heat again. His cock grazed Calan’s prostrate. Calan shuddered.  His fingers clawed at the ground. Muscles in his ass flexed and contracted against the solid length driving in and out of his hole.

Caressing his inner walls, the stranger’s thick shaft crammed into him. Calan tried to hold him in, to keep the man’s cock buried deep. The man grunted, slamming harder. Calan braced his body, taking the punishing thrusts and rearing back for more. The possession was complete, animalistic and raw. Faster. Driven.

The pleasure intensified, the cock in his ass spearing his hole with steely strength and growing longer. The crown swelled, heated, seeking the spot to make Calan come. The man shortened his thrusts but he drilled harder and deeper.

Calan held his upper body with one arm, reached between his legs and banded his fingers around his dick. With a single stroke, he cried out as he convulsed. Shards of pleasure fractured through his body. Fire shafted his cock and hot cream jetted from the slit. Thick spurts splashed the ground. He cupped the head, catching another pulsing jet. Slicking his hand, he coating his cock, and intensified his orgasm. Another wave of release rushed through him. The fierce fucking of his ass continued. For tonight he was this man’s mate, made for him and his to command.

The stranger gripped Calan’s elbows, held tight, jerked hard, and drilled harder into him.  Calan’s face plowed into the soft cool ground. His thighs trembled. With bruising strength, he wrenched Calan’s arms behind his back, dominating him…because that’s what he needed.

Pain streaked through his shoulders. Calan’s pleasure surged higher. “More,” he whispered, almost afraid to use words. He wanted to come again, but it wasn’t his place to demand. The black wolf controlled their pleasure. He was Alpha. And the reason Calan would make a terrible mate. Because one day instinct would drive them apart and surely as instinct was what drove them together.

The wolf held Calan’s arms with his strong hands, his fingers curled around Calan’s wrists like manacles. The black wolf’s feral grunts increased his power. He was close to coming. In six weeks, Calan had learned to recognize the signs of the black’s body. They’d continued to meet, fucking during the night and fleeing before dawn.

With a shout, he body tensed, his cock lodged deep in Calan’s ass, locked together in mating and he erupted. The warm rush of his seed scorched Calan’s insides. A howl shattered the night as the wolf claimed his pleasure. Calan crested again, holding him tightly within, milking his cock with fluttering pulses.