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Far From Innocent

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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Far From Innocent

ISBN # 1-4199-0844-8

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Far From Innocent Copyright© 2006 Lorie O’Clare

Edited by Mary Altman.

Photography by Les Byerley. Cover design by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication: November 2006

This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

Content Advisory:

S – ENSUOUS

E – ROTIC

X

-

TREME

Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (Erotic), and X (X-treme).

The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This story has been rated E–rotic.

S-
ensuous
love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.

E-
rotic
love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall word count. E-rated titles might contain material that some readers find objectionable—in other words, almost anything goes, sexually. E-rated titles are the most graphic titles we carry in terms of both sexual language and descriptiveness in these works of literature.

X-
treme
titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Stories designated with the letter X tend to contain difficult or controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.

WEREWOLVES OF MALTA:

FAR FROM INNOCENT

Lorie O’Clare

Lorie O’Clare

Chapter One

A chilling breeze rustled the Colorado pines, releasing their thick scent. Standing on the side of the mountain, Juan Anthony braced one foot against a flat boulder that stuck partially out of the ground. His dick got hard as he watched Erin. The little bitch was hot as hell but absolutely insane.

He stood at the edge of the cliff and glanced at the ten-foot or so drop in front of him. Not an unreasonable jump if he put a little muscle into it and allowed the change that already burned inside his veins to have its way. But he stood there, hidden by the trees and their smell, and watched the show he’d stumbled onto. It didn’t make a lick of sense.

In the several months he’d known Erin Spalto, not a damned thing about the sexy little female made any sense. Young and always smelling lusty and interested, Erin was beyond wild. The little bitch belonged on a tight leash. The scene that played out before him proved that fact.

Juan didn’t know whether to laugh out loud or race down there to intervene. With barely an hour or so left of daylight, the
lunewulfs
normally would be reprimanded for running in their fur. Not to mention they chased after a single bitch in Malta werewolf territory. They were pushing things too fucking far.

Erin had the
lunewulfs
running in circles. Juan glared at the valley spread out below him, aching to strangle her for trying to take on five
lunewulfs
.
They chased her around creeks and leapt over fallen trees, running into each other when she turned around and charged into them and then darted to the side. One of them almost caught her and outrage quickly made Juan’s blood boil. The little bitch played with too much fire. He clenched his fists, the change demanding freedom to tear through his veins. His heart pumped hard enough to bring forth the change that heightened his senses. His vision grew clearer, became more acute. He struggled against the strong surrounding smells of nature and pulled out their scents.

The smaller
lunewulf
breed had one quality that made them a race to watch out for—their incredible speed. Malta werewolves were possibly the only other breed with as much power to fly across the land in their fur.

What the hell was Erin doing out here?

Juan pushed away from the boulder and moved down the incline. Adrenaline pumped inside him, keeping his dick hard. But then, every time he watched Erin, she made him horny. She’d make any werewolf horny. He swore sometimes she was permanently in heat.

Trouble. The little bitch was nothing but trouble.

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Far From Innocent

The trees hid him so that he saw the
lunewulfs
but they didn’t see him. Too many scents from the evergreens and fresh mountain water filled with trout also kept his presence a secret. Not to mention the
lunewulfs
chasing Erin were too busy drooling over her to notice anything else. But he moved closer, ready if needed. Watching.

Waiting.

As the
lunewulfs
quickly narrowed the distance between them and Erin, the urge to change, to protect and dominate the situation pumped furiously inside him.

His eyesight altered. Tiny hairs prickled to life on his flesh. Juan focused on their lengthy teeth. Victory danced in their almond-shaped eyes. Their lean bodies moved like clones of each other, tearing over the rocky ground of the valley.

Juan cleared the distance from the side of the mountain to where the valley began in a matter of minutes. There was one of him and five of them. Wonderful fucking odds.

That damned female had gone too far this time.

Not that he worried about taking them out. They were a small breed, petite and prissy if anyone asked him. And they sure as hell didn’t rate touching one of the females from his pack.

In spite of the chilly mountain air, heat poured over Juan. He’d ventured up the mountain, exploring possible sites in which to build his own den. The last thing he’d expected to find was one of the bitches from his Malta pack about to get raped. Erin slowed down. For a minute he thought she stared right at him. She gazed in his direction for only a moment and then turned around. The stupid little bitch would be gangbanged.

His anger mounted when she moved away from him, her sleek black fur flowing almost to the ground. She was a regal-looking creature, but her actions belied her looks.

Out here running by herself, caught by five werewolves who weren’t from her pack and who’d crossed into Malta werewolf territory would ruin Erin. He owed it to his pack, to her den and to Erin to jump in and protect her sweet ass. Erin always smelled like she was horny, like she couldn’t wait for the nearest werewolf to bend her over and shove his cock deep into her hot cunt. But that wouldn’t be a werewolf from outside their pack—not if he had any say in the matter.

The
lunewulfs
panted loudly and let out excited yelps as they started forming a circle and closing in on Erin. Her long, thick tail swayed slowly behind her. Straight, shiny black hair fell almost to the ground. She held her head high, opening her mouth and showing off razor-sharp teeth. She didn’t pant. She hadn’t stopped because she was out of breath from running. Instead she opened her mouth and let out a yelp, matching the excitement that rushed through the
lunewulfs
.

One of the stouter males leapt forward, hearing the invitation as loud and clear as Juan. Dear God. She toyed with those small, white males. Juan knew Erin had the gift and used it more than she probably should to tease males. The little bitch thought herself omnipotent, like no male could touch her and she could tease them ruthlessly and have a good laugh over it. One of these days, her flirting with danger would bite 5

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her in the ass. But it wouldn’t be today. If she wanted to toy with danger, he’d take her on—except if he did, he’d be the victor. Juan bristled. Not that he wanted a feisty bitch as out of control and insane as Erin.

But still…

As the second of the
lunewulfs
pounced in Erin’s direction, a cracking sound ripped the air above them. If any of them had been more focused on their surroundings instead of on the sexy little bitch who teased them, they would have heard Juan swear under his breath. Instinctively, he jumped forward when a large branch from one of the pine trees tumbled to the ground, crashing on top of the first
lunewulf
who had moved toward Erin and narrowly missing the second.

The
lunewulf
howled in pain, smashed under the bristly branch. Two of the other
lunewulfs
leapt forward and more branches crashed to the ground. He doubted any of them noticed Erin lift her head, staring at the trees just before the branches split from the trunk. Her tail wagged excitedly and she barked her defiance while she danced around the fallen branches.

She dared the remaining
lunewulfs
to come any closer. Juan untucked his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. Erin needed his help, whether she’d admit it or not. Her small ass swayed temptingly in front of him, proving a distraction and almost making him fucking drool. Not even her strong smell of satisfaction and excitement covered her lusty, sensual aroma.

Juan forced his attention on the two werewolves still standing. The three knocked to the ground from branches moved slowly, managing to crawl out and limp behind their pack members. The metallic smell of blood filling the air didn’t distract any of them. Slowly, the two
lunewulfs
moved closer to Erin, both coming at her from different directions. They no longer looked excited at the chance to fuck a hot bitch. They looked pissed.

Erin yelped another challenge, her tail still wagging. Not an ounce of fear came from her. God. He would wring her fucking neck when all of this was over.

Forcing himself to look away from her slender backside, he demanded his cock chill out. The longer he watched her, the more it ate at him to know what it would be like to grab her by the waist, force her submission and impale her until he was buried deep inside her heat. A fever of need tore him alive inside as he pulled his gaze from her.

More than likely, the other werewolves had the same damned thing on their minds before she pissed them off. And she toyed with every one of them, that “come fuck me”

smell stronger than any werewolf’s resistance.

Stupid little bitch. Five werewolves, even if they were smaller
lunewulfs
, would tear her apart. And not in a good way.

One of the
lunewulfs
snarled, stepping sideways as he pranced with confidence toward her. Moving any closer would get Juan noticed. He stood within throwing distance, but the intimate group of players in front of him didn’t pick up his scent. For obvious reasons, the
lunewulfs
were a bit preoccupied.

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Far From Innocent

Juan hurried out of his clothes, raising his hands to the top button of his flannel shirt and unbuttoning each one. His fingers brushed over his coarse chest hair. It tickled his fingertips, adding to his already heightened senses. Imagining Erin running her smaller fingers over his chest was too easy to do. She’d be one hell of a hot, feisty fuck.

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