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shaft along her sex,
drawn forward by the moisture guarding her pussy.
    Mindlessly, he thrust, crying out as her tight flesh
enveloped him completely. For the first time in a long time he felt free. No
eyes were on him, watching the new chief. She didn’t know who he was. She was
with him because she desired him, no other reason. Their bodies strained. He
leaned over, taking a ripe breast into his mouth. Sucking the erect nipple, he
moaned. His hips flexed, beginning the natural rhythm of pleasure—out, in, out,
in, release, contract, push, pull.
    He could easily hear the sounds of the forest, but all of
his attention focused on his erection and the sweet, wet glide of entering her
tight pussy. She made a weak noise and hit his arm. William realized his mouth
had slipped to her shoulder and he’d bitten down a little too hard in his
excitement. Three tiny dots and a single trail of blood marred her tanned
flesh. Without even thinking about it, he licked the wound.
    The wolf howled inside of him. Had this woman been human, he
would have never been able to let the animal out to play. He didn’t need a
mirror to know his eyes were filled with silver, his teeth were elongated
fangs, and his fingernails had sharpened into deadly weapons.
    Silver filled her eyes, showing the only hint of her true
nature. Brunette hair fell around her face in disarray. Her full lips parted
and he stared at them. She came hard. Her upper back pressed into the wall as
she arched into him. Her body trembled, calling to his. He thrust hard, finding
release in her sweet depths.

 

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    Douglas breathed deeply, torn between hard, blood-pumping arousal
and deep jealousy. His woman, the one he’d found, his little fish, his
soon-to-be last lover before he married, was being taken against the wall of
the isolated sanctuary home. He had followed William’s scent to the cabin, not
that it had been hard with all the shifter signs leading the way. Some of the
markings were old, but he could still smell them.
    Douglas never expected this—William taking the woman he
wanted. Even jealousy could not stop the arousal he felt as he watched the two
of them, kind of the same arousal he felt when watching porn or live sex shows.
Like most high-level males, William was in great shape. His ass flexed, showing
the force with which he pumped into her. Douglas wished he’d move to the side
so he could see more than the woman’s legs bouncing up and down behind the
man’s back.
    Douglas knew he wasn’t supposed to be jealous of the other
chief. They would be sharing a bride, after all, but he couldn’t help it. He’d
been fantasizing about his brunette beauty since the coffee shop the week
before. He had even searched for her, but she never showed herself, and the
coffee shop and bookstore owners didn’t know who she was. The most they said was
that she kept to herself and paid cash.
    William lowered her to the ground and she swayed. Douglas ducked
from his place by the window. He’d seen more than enough. Glancing down, he
realized his hand was down the front of his charcoal slacks and he gripped his
erection. He hurried from the porch as stealthily as he could move, not wanting
to get caught with his hand down his pants.
    Once behind the generator building, he made quick work of
his jealous desires. He drew his arousal out of the fly of his slacks without
taking them down and pumped his fist over the length. The image of William
fucking the woman was burned into his mind. He wanted to be the one pressing
her into the wall. He wanted to be the one stretching her pussy to fit his
shaft. He wanted to be the one inside the cabin. Cursed wolf! He was the one
who’d found her. If not for him, William wouldn’t have known of her existence.
    He came, but it was a bittersweet release. Leaning against
the shed, he scanned the surrounding forest. First, he would catch his breath
while waiting for the two lovebirds in the cabin to finish up. Then he would
act as if