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being threatened by a gigantic wolf, she should have been scared to death. And
she was scared… but she was turned on, too. Sick though it was, she
liked the helpless feeling of having her clothes violently stripped from her
body, of being unable to move for fear of being bitten.
    The
wolf's mouth opened again. Jaylee flinched, imagining its teeth tearing into
sensitive flesh, but the wolf did not bite. The wolf licked. That smooth,
supple, warm, slippery-wet tongue delved into her.
    She
cried out--couldn't help herself--cried out and bucked her hips and splayed her
thighs wide to allow the wolf complete access. It lapped and nuzzled. The
sounds coming from its throat now were not growls or snarls, but hungry, eager
grunts.
    "Oh…
oh… oh, God!" Jaylee heard herself moan. The wolf's tongue was deep inside
her, long and flexible. She caught the wolf by the sides of the head but didn't
try to push it away, just held it closer as she ground her hips up into its
muzzle.
    As
she was on the very verge of a frantic orgasm, straining toward it, whimpering
breathlessly and clinging to the thick fur of the wolf's head, a shot rang out.
    At
once, the wolf pulled away from her, leaving strands of its pelt tangled in her
fingers. She saw its head snap around, its lips peel back in a hateful grimace,
and then it leaped over her. She had a quick glimpse of its underbelly, and of
something long and stiff and reddish jutting from the furry sheath between its
back legs.
    Then
the wolf vanished into the woods with a cracking, splintering noise as it
trampled bushes and broke off twigs.
    Cheated,
flustered, ashamed, and alarmed, Jaylee sat up fast and looked around. To think
she had been caught like that, seen like that… writhing and moaning
beneath a wolf as it went down on her… And, she was furious with whoever it was
for interrupting at that crucial moment… five more seconds would have done it… some
hunter, some poacher, whoever it was, she wanted to kill him…
    You
all right?" Rommie asked, emerging from the gathering dusk.
    Her
thoughts came to a crashing, confusing halt. "Y… you?"
    He
came toward her, a rifle resting in the crook of his elbow. He was dressed much
as he had been yesterday, this time in dark grey sweatpants and a ribbed black
tank top that displayed his arms and shoulders to good advantage.
    Jaylee
blushed more hotly than ever. For a while there, she had been ready to believe
that the wolf…
    Rommie
stopped a few feet from her, one bushy black eyebrow raised as he took in the
state of her undress, and her posture. Her legs were still wide apart and bent
at the knees, breasts rising and falling with the rapidity of her breath so
that they almost burst free of the confines of her bra. Her thighs were slick,
shiny. Her pubic hair was wet and matted down.
    "Saw
a wolf," Rommie said. He set the rifle aside, leaning it against a tree,
and hunkered down near her. "Bite you?"
    "No,"
she managed to say.
    "Licked
you, though."
    Her
blush was now so intense she feared she'd ignite. "Rommie… I…"
    "The
thing about a wolf," he said, looking at her with grave seriousness,
"is the saliva. Most people don't know it, but a wolf's saliva can be like
snake venom. Can be toxic."
    "What?"
She stared at him.
    "So,
it's best to treat it like a snake bite, you see."
    "I…
I don't know what you mean."
    "Got
to suck the venom out." His tone was flat and sober, but his eyes gleamed
with lust and mischief. "You go on and lie down. I'll take care of
it."
    Another
flush, this one having little to do with embarrassment, swept over her. She
stayed put, stammering, until Rommie gently pushed on her shoulders and eased
her back down onto the ground.
    She
didn't understand what was happening. Was, actually, not a hundred percent
certain she was even awake. Maybe she'd gone for her swim, crawled out onto the
sun-warmed rock, and fallen asleep. That was easier to believe than this.
    But,
as Rommie pushed her down and lowered himself