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Her lips parted. Katrin moaned against his mouth as their
tongues began a dance of exploration and challenge. She sat on his cock,
pressing her weight down on him and grabbing his wrists.

She tried pulling his arms over his head. Jarvis tightened
his grip on her breasts.

“Don’t fight me,” she growled.

It was his turn to spring forward. Jarvis moved to a sitting
position, causing her to slide off him. Her rear end plopped on the bed between
his spread legs and he continued moving.

“I won’t fight you, Katrin,” he informed her. “But I will
control your desires.”

“No one controls me.” Katrin turned into a wild creature,
showing him the side of her capable of attacking single males on the hunt in a
field.

Jarvis remembered the male she’d attacked badly enough he
had to be carried to Toubec’s den. Katrin wouldn’t harm him, in pleasure or
defiance. He put enough strength into his actions, not to hurt her, but to put
her where he wanted her.

“This isn’t a leash, my sweet red female.” He kept his tone
gentle but moved quickly to his knees and had her once again on her back. “But
you will trust me and allow me to show you how good this can feel.”

“I know how good this can feel,” she wailed, writhing
underneath him.

He had her at a disadvantage though. Her legs were spread on
either side of him and Jarvis knelt between them holding her thighs. Katrin
tried sitting but relented and flopped onto her back. She grabbed the blanket
beneath them on both sides of her and fisted it as her hair tangled over her
face and around her body. Katrin had more wild in her than she knew what to do
with. Jarvis watched her struggle, pushing herself up but unable to sit unless
it was perched on his lap. He held her until she stopped.

She stared up at him, breathing hard with her lips parted
and her eyes glowing silver. “Why are you doing this?” she asked, suddenly
smelling nervous.

Jarvis relaxed his grip but was cautious. He’d seen her in
action and doubted her aggression would shift to fear quite that soon. “Trust
me, my sweet red Cariboo.” He lowered himself over her and took her arms,
holding them on either side of her head as he kissed her.

He devoured away her protest as he feasted on her sweet,
pouty mouth. Running his fingers over her arms, he continued enjoying her until
she merely panted underneath him but no longer struggled. Then chasing kisses
down her neck, to her breasts, her nipples, he moved lower until he was
situated between her legs.

“Jarvis,” she gasped, raising her head and looking at him.

He pressed one hand on her hard abdomen. “Relax,” he
instructed, and placed a kiss at the opening of her moist slit.

“And he says
I’m
bossy,” she moaned, collapsing on
the bed.

Jarvis dipped his tongue into her cream, hiding his smile,
and Katrin immediately bucked. He was ready for her this time and kept one hand
on her stomach, holding her down while he began a slow feast.

He loved her feistiness and even her aggressive nature. As
quick as she was to attack and show her fangs, there was another side to his
red little Cariboo. He wanted to understand that part of her but sensed it
would only come with her trust and submission. Jarvis got situated and slowed
his adoration. Her thick cream coated his tongue. She tasted rich and smelled
even better.

During the moments when Katrin relaxed, lost in her
pleasure, Jarvis saw the female who ached for all the wonders life might offer
her. Somewhere along the line, during this adorable female’s runs, she’d
endured harshness. He spotted a few scars upon closer exploration, but they
looked more as if they were received during rough play than in battle for her
life.

Katrin survived by showing the world she was dangerous and
spontaneous in her attacks. But Jarvis doubted she’d always been that way.
Katrin’s moans and soft panting showed how she ached for pleasure, for complete
release.

Jarvis decided to give her what she wanted. His vision
blurred on her face. Drowning in the taste of her, he lost himself in enjoying
her moist, sleek, perfect pussy. Along with the pungent smell of her come, the
clean scent of happiness mixed with her arousal, which was a rich, sweet aroma.
He’d never breathed such intoxicating smells. This little female enticed him in
so many ways. All he wanted was to lose himself in her pleasure. The moment she
tensed, Jarvis gripped her narrow hips and latched on to her hard, little nub.

“Fucking tail! Jarvis! Crap,” Katrin howled, reaching for
him when she came off the bed.

“Relax, darling. Let go for me.”

“I am!” Katrin tried clawing at him.

Her hair flew around her face as her tummy went hard and her
pussy swelled. Katrin’s juices flooded his mouth. He lapped at her entrance,
his excitement building along with hers.

Jarvis had to adjust his position. No longer was kneeling
between her legs an option. He hunched over while enjoying the best damn meal
he’d had in a long time, possibly ever. Every inch of him was hardening. His
dick was so swollen and thick it felt heavy between his legs. His balls were
round, full and ultrasensitive. They brushed against his inner thigh and sparks
shot down his spine.

It wasn’t uncommon to feel the change come forth when he was
in the throes of passion during sex. Although it hadn’t happened since he’d
matured into a grown male, one fully capable of handling his body’s reaction to
a female. Jarvis let go of Katrin’s hips and pushed himself to his haunches. As
he did, the sparks continued zapping his spine. Tiny hairs stood at attention
on the back of his neck. His senses grew acutely aware of every stimulus around
him. Although there was only thing he focused on.

Katrin lay before him, her legs spread but now stretched out
and relaxed. She still panted, trying to catch her breath after coming so hard.
Her body was soaked with a sheen of perspiration that made her appear to glow.
Her full, round breasts were swollen. Her brown nipples puckered into
mouthwatering points.

Jarvis had never seen a female with hair Katrin’s color. As
he stared at the wavy strands clinging to her damp body, he noticed some were
darker. Those darker strands were auburn, not blonde. Even the tight curls
between her legs were the same color as the hair on her head.

And he loved the way it made her look. Katrin was different
than other females. Sure, Cariboo females were feisty, had a tendency to fight
first and question their actions later. Katrin fought with a vindictive edge.
She too often smelled as if she searched for reasons to attack instead of
playing coy and showing her fangs to excite a male. Katrin wasn’t trying to
excite any male. When he’d first laid eyes on her in the meadow, outnumbered by
males, as far away as he’d been, Jarvis had known by her actions she had
intended to fight to the death.

Katrin blinked. Her long lashes fluttered over smoldering
blue eyes. He spotted slight streaks, like distant lightning, laced through her
irises. The instant she looked up at him, his dick swelled to the point of no
return. Every inch of him hardened with his painful need for release. His
moment of adoration had ended. There was no way to withstand the desperate need
aching to explode inside him.

“Are you going to fuck me?” Her voice was so raspy, her
words so sensual and caressing, they fueled the fire inside him.

“Yes.” It was all he could say. The other words he wanted to
say, knowing when he entered her and released inside her it would change their
scent, make them one in a way it had been for centuries with their kind, would
have to wait.

Jarvis had fucked his share of females. They had parted,
indifferent to whether they saw each other again. Katrin was different. He
sensed it when his body ached at the thought of her. He had felt it coming on
during the nights when she had watched him change before his run. It had been
apparent when he’d kissed her in the parking lot and growled at the Cariboo
cop. And he’d known it without a doubt when she’d howled for him when he’d been
inside the bar.

He moved and his cock jerked with anticipation. Katrin’s
attention dropped to it. Her lips parted and she moistened them. Jarvis froze
and watched, her small tongue caressing her lips doing a number to his insides
that damn near paralyzed him.

I’m going to make you mine.
The words were there, and
almost slipped out. Instead he growled and Katrin returned her attention to his
face. The slightest smile played at her lips, as if she understood.

Katrin was barely able to breathe. The smell of their lust
hung so heavily in the air she swore she saw it. Not that she tried. All of her
attention was on the male leaning over her. The few males she’d fucked in the
mountains had all been her choice. They were males she’d chased down. They had
been males who had lived on the mountain, and quite possibly were all dead now.
The entire mountain was dead to her, as was her past.

For some reason, that thought didn’t hold quite the sting as
it had since she’d arrived in Prince George. She would focus later on why the
image of her mountainside, of everyone she’d run with all her life, didn’t
immediately fill the air around her with sadness.

Right now, the way Jarvis looked at her, the way he smelled
and acted whenever they were together, was something so much stronger than what
she’d had in the past with a quick, hard tumble in tall meadow grass.

Her brain became thick with fogged-over desire. Her body was
on edge. Her flesh, hypersensitive. She was so responsive to everywhere Jarvis
touched her that she wanted to rub every inch of herself against him.

It was as if she’d never really felt before and now did so
for the first time. Touching Jarvis, being touched by him, breathing in his
rich, erotic scent, seeing how he looked at her—all of her senses were wound
tight. Every aspect of her existence at that moment was about Jarvis.

As anxious as she was, there was still something in her
brain urging her to run. Katrin always ran. Or she attacked to kill. It was in
her blood, how she’d been taught since she’d been a cub. Why didn’t she run
now?

“My little red Cariboo.” This time when Jarvis growled, his
words were somewhat audible.

He moved his arms under her legs and lifted them. They were
limp and she searched for the need to fight him. Katrin took the lead when
fucking a male. It was another way Jarvis was different. No matter how much she
fought him to control how they did this, he hadn’t fought back. Instead he’d
used his strength to overpower her, had stayed calm, and took her body to
places it had never been before. She was still sizzling from head to toe after
coming so hard.

Jarvis brought her ankles to his shoulders, bending her in
half, and pressed his cock at her entrance. All the thoughts, the worries, the
search for the desire to run, dissipated until it was as if they’d never been
in her muddled brain.

“God damn you’re hot,” Jarvis grumbled.

It wasn’t a good position in which to try to control their
actions, but Katrin tried anyway. She moved her rear end from side to side,
causing the swollen tip of his cock to brush and press harder against her
soaked pussy.

“Fuck me, male,” she ordered and grabbed his shoulders.

Jarvis apparently wasn’t going to lean closer, no matter how
hard she tugged against all that perfect muscle. But moving faster over his
cock got her results.

He impaled her with a slick, smooth, fast movement. Jarvis
filled her so fast her insides constricted, then exploded. Her first release, a
wonderful orgasm, broke the dam inside her and stole all her strength.

“Holy crap,” she howled and fought to straighten her legs.

“It’s okay, darling.” Jarvis’ gaze burned into hers. “You
feel so damn good. My adorable little Cariboo,” he soothed.

She didn’t want soothing. The moment her muscles constricted
around his cock she wanted to be fucked. He stretched her, filled her, and
stroked the most sensitive spots inside her. Now she wanted friction, heat, his
cock plummeting in and out until the new urges quickly consuming her were
appeased.

“Fuck me, Jarvis. Damn it. Do it now!”

She’d barely howled the words when Jarvis obliged. He roared
so fiercely she snapped to attention. Or the best she could manage, damn near
folded in half—and suddenly her brain was clear. Her strength returned. Katrin
stretched around Jarvis’ cock, taking him in as deeply as she was able. The
heat, the exciting burn that flittered over her acutely attentive nerve
endings, the pressure that mounted and mounted all became overwhelming as she
stared into his eyes. His expression was intense, and his focus was completely
on her.

A slight scent of blood trickled toward her, mixing in with
their aromas of lovemaking. Katrin noticed she’d scratched his shoulders when
trying to pull him closer. There wasn’t time to focus on the thin red lines
zigzagging toward his chest. The moment Jarvis roared, he began thrusting deep
inside her, withdrawing and filling her again. His movements were focused,
harsh and incredibly rough.

Katrin howled along with him, one orgasm after another
rolling through her. He took her over the edge and immediately created another
plateau for her to plummet down until she swore she was falling with no chance
of landing anytime soon.

“Jarvis! God,” she cried out, feeling her body swell yet
again.

“You’re so good, so perfect.”

His words were far away, uttered through a mist of sweet
bliss she prayed would never end. When Jarvis lifted her ass off the bed, and
leaned over so her knees damn near touched her breasts, his cock slid even
deeper inside.

“Fucking hell!” she wailed, again scraping his flesh with
her nails and breathing in the sweet, metallic smell of his fresh blood.

Katrin used all her strength. She couldn’t make him
straighten but almost managed to knock both of them to their side. Jarvis’
chuckle pissed her off. There was no holding on to anger though. Not with what
he was doing to her body.

“Katrin.”

The way he said her name caused her insides to flutter. His
face was right above hers. His eyes were laced with silver streaks. He licked
his lips, and grunted when he might have said something else.

He didn’t need to say it. His cock swelled, jerking and
pulsing inside her. He was going to come. He would fill her with his release
and their scents would mingle. Together, they would carry a new smell that
would be the same on both of them. By the old laws and traditions of the
Cariboo
lunewulf,
they would be mated.

When she’d fucked males in the past, Katrin had always made
them pull out, dump their seed outside of her. It prevented the smells of both
of them from bonding as strongly. Katrin might have left a good tumble in the
meadow reeking of sex, but not of the male she’d just fucked. He would be
washed off her long before she returned to her den.

There was no den now, no littermates to share the secrets of
her sexual experiences. There was no one to howl to about anything she did.

The moment that thought entered her brain, her mind rejected
it. There
was
someone to howl to about her life. That someone had just
exploded inside her.

* * * * *

Katrin blinked and stared at dust bunnies straying in and
out of the stream of sunlight coming through the gap where the curtains didn’t
meet. She inhaled, then blew out the breath and relaxed under the thick
comforter. She was content to caress her senses with the rich, not-yet-faded
aroma of their lovemaking from the night before.

Crap! The night before.

Katrin had left the Toubec ranch, having informed Simone
this wasn’t the type of life for her. Under strong protests and even threats
from the female, Katrin had run out the door. Rock Toubec hadn’t been at the
den and Simone had howled after her that neither of them would permit her to
run off by herself.

They had no rights over her. Katrin had fled the ranch. By
the time she reached Prince George, Jarvis wouldn’t leave her thoughts. All
they had shared before last night was a passionate kiss. Yet she hadn’t been
able to start her run toward the States and leave him without saying something.

Turning her head, Katrin studied Jarvis’ profile. He lay on
his back, the comforter tucked under his arms and exposing his perfectly
chiseled chest. His breathing was slow, almost lazy. He breathed through his
mouth and with each exhale it sounded like a soft rumble.

Sexy, she thought. Even in his sleep, Jarvis sounded and
looked like a deadly predator. Katrin ached to drag her fingers through his
soft blond curls. She wanted to brush them off his forehead and away from his
face. If she woke him up, they would make love again.

At that thought her insides swelled. What she wouldn’t do to
fuck him again.

Doing her best not to drag the comforter off him, Katrin
slipped out of bed. She was instantly covered with goose bumps as she trod
barefoot across the slightly worn carpet. She shivered and bit her lip, the
swelling inside her stubbornly refusing to go away. Her pussy wasn’t the only
part of her throbbing. Her heart beat painfully in her chest as she glanced
around the room for her clothes.

Leaving was the right thing to do. These Cariboo
lunewulf
were too civilized for her. She’d heard the growls said under the ranch hands’
breaths. Katrin was too wild. They acted shocked that she’d injured that male
out in the meadow. What the hell was she supposed to do, belly-up?

But then, God damn it, she had to meet Jarvis. The way
things changed when she sniffed him out last night wasn’t what she’d expected.
It was like sniffing out her mama’s sheets when she put them on the line to
dry. They were always so clean, with the loving aroma of her mama. It was a
fresh smell. The smell of happiness. Katrin had almost forgotten what that
smelled like.

Now she had to leave. Her littermates left her at the ranch
because they thought she’d fit in. They believed because she looked more like a
Cariboo
lunewulf
that the werewolves on the ranch would accept her as
one of their own. Jarvis called her his little red Cariboo.

Her heart was pounding. Her insides did that fluttering
thing again. She would have to run from him, lose someone else in her life she
cared about. Her heart wouldn’t be able to handle much more of this loss.

Katrin swallowed a sob. Fucking tail! She would not cry over
Jarvis. She hadn’t known him long enough to cry over him. Besides, the moment
he sniffed out the truth, learned she wasn’t pure Cariboo, his feelings for her
would change. Once he learned she was half Malta werewolf, the most despised
breed of werewolf on the planet, he would turn his tail and deny knowing her.

Fueling her mind with thoughts to piss her off helped curb
the sadness. Jarvis would wake up and breathe in her scent and demand answers
if he smelled how nervous and sad she was right now. He would smell her lie if
she fabricated an answer. She had to leave before he realized she wasn’t in bed
next to him.

Grabbing her clothes from where they’d been tossed on the
floor, she set her jeans and shirt right side out.

“I hope you’re out of bed because you wanted a shower,”
Jarvis said with a low growl.

Katrin spun around, ready to agree with him.

Someone pounded hard on the motel room door and she
shrieked.

Jarvis was out of bed so fast she swore he went to a
standing position before his feet hit the floor.

“Get your clothes on,” he whispered, bending over and
picking up his jeans.

“They’re human.” Katrin stared at the door, then glanced at
the window with the heavy curtain. She had been certain Toubec had found her
but there wasn’t a Cariboo on the other side of that door.

Jarvis already had his jeans pulled on and was zipping them.
“Were you expecting someone?” he asked, giving her a quizzical look.

She half expected the Toubecs to learn her whereabouts. If
she told him she wasn’t expecting anyone to pound on the door, it wouldn’t be
the truth. He would smell her lie the moment the words were out of her mouth.

Whoever was outside pounded on the door again. “Open the
door, Prince George police. Open up now.”

Crap! Katrin scooped her backpack into her arms and searched
the room. “I’ll be in the bathroom. Tell them I’m already gone,” she hissed,
and ran naked around the bed to the bathroom.

“What?” Jarvis asked, smelling concerned. He then bellowed
when there was a third knock on the door. “I’m coming,” he yelled.

Katrin searched the bathroom frantically when she had the
door closed behind her. “Oh no,” she wailed in a desperate whisper as she
looked around the small room with no windows. Suddenly she was so
claustrophobic she cracked the bathroom door before realizing she might be
giving her presence away.

“We’ll be out in ten minutes,” Jarvis was saying.

We?
Why would Jarvis suggest he wasn’t alone in the
room? Katrin closed the toilet lid and collapsed on it, her mind whirling. Of
course Jarvis wouldn’t understand the ramifications of telling them she was
still with him. She hadn’t fully explained to him last night why she had left
the Toubec ranch.

Jarvis pulled open the bathroom door and stared down at her.
“I didn’t have a chance to tell you how beautiful you are first thing in the
morning.”

She was sitting on a closed toilet, naked, hugging her
backpack. Her hair had to be one solid knot. As much as she wanted to tell him
he was full of shit, she didn’t smell his lie.

“You need your vision checked,” she mumbled.

Jarvis laughed. “And unfortunately, my beautiful red
Cariboo, we need to leave.”

“The police are gone?” She hadn’t bothered sniffing the air
and did so now. She only smelled the two of them. “They’re gone,” she said
disbelievingly. “Why were they here?”

“Apparently the humans who run this motel don’t care much
for werewolves. They want us out.” Jarvis leaned against the doorframe, appearing
relaxed, smelling so as well. His eyes were incredibly alert, however, when he
stared down at her. “The young man who checked us in last night didn’t know the
owners had such a problem with other species renting out their rooms.”

“Oh.”

“We’re supposed to leave discreetly so none of their human
customers will know there were werewolves here.”