Simone DeBeaux knows she has a reputation to live down. Returning to her home pack where everyone remembers her wild ways is more than a challenge. But when she meets a Cariboo Lunewulf, a breed known for being a bit on the wild side, she might just have met her match! And in her excitement to tame this werewolf, she doesn't count on being tamed herself.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
June 08, 2004
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Excerpt from In Her Nature by Lorie O'Clare
He moved faster than lightning. She wasn't prepared for his sudden attack, an act of pure aggression. The huge beast charged toward her, ripping ground and sending dirt flying.
She howled. What the fuck! Her reaction wasn't quick enough. He pounced on her, grabbing her by the nape of the neck.
Oh, my God! He would kill her. But what had she done? Her mind raced as instinct and emotion bombarded each other. She could feel those long, thick teeth press into her skin on the back of her neck. If she twisted they would tear through her flesh.
Her thoughts wouldn't focus. With little effort, it seemed, her paws left the ground. She opened her mouth to scream, and her skin pulled against his teeth. A helpless yelp escaped her throat as she watched the ground beneath her.
Before she could make sense of this brute's action, he released her, and she hit the ground, falling to the side before she could regain her footing.
What the hell did you do that for? She could have slapped herself for getting mouthy when she focused on those massive teeth.
The massive werewolf grew larger, his front paws moving to the side of his body and lengthening, thick glossy coat shrinking into his skin and human flesh appearing.
My sex god!
She watched his long teeth shrink into his mouth, and the shape of his head change. Silver eyes changed to dark blue, and white fur grew in length and turned blond.
"Change," he said simply, when his mouth had the ability to form words.
She stared in awe at the gorgeous naked man in front of her. He hadn't completed the change yet, and his chest muscles remained too large for a normal man. Her gaze dropped quickly toward his middle, and her mouth went dry, and then seemed too wet, as she stared at the cock that hung, not quite erect, between his legs.
That thing could still do bodily damage.
She would be willing to take that risk. Her heart pounded so hard that it took a minute of quick breaths to get the blood to stream through her at a level that would allow her to think.
He had told her to change, and she couldn't think of anything she would like more. It was too good to be true that she had run into this image of perfection that stood in front of her. The change rippled through her until she too stood naked in the meadow before him.
"Hello there, wolf man." She took a step toward him, the cold night air attacking her bare skin, giving her shivers, and hardening her nipples into painful nubs. "Will you keep me warm?"
"You will walk." And he began changing in front of her, his body once again transforming, until his hands were again paws and he dropped to all fours.
"What the hell?" She glared at him. "It's freezing out here and you think I'm going to walk in my skin?"
As Cariboo lunewulf he stood as tall as she did, and at five feet, six inches, she had never considered herself short. But now she stared into silver eyes with a jaw large enough to snap her neck. She didn't fear him, but he confused her, and she had no intention of letting him know the latter.
He pulled his fur-covered lips back, and revealed long white teeth to her. His growl told her to get moving, and if that wasn't enough incentive, he stepped into her, lowering his head so that his massive skull pushed into her breasts. The hardness of his head, covered by thick white fur as coarse as raw silk, stroked her skin, and raptured her senses.
"Hey. I get the idea." She tripped over the uneven ground.
She stumbled to her knees, the rough ground rubbing her skin raw, and went down on all fours.
His long, hard nose pushed into her rear end, and for a moment she thought he was trying to mount her in his fur. She rolled over to her side, the sensation of him touching her exposed ass raising her body temperature, although the cold night air attacked her senses too, leaving her hot and cold at the same time.
Meadow grass prickled her backside as she sat on her rear and stared up into his open mouth with fangs hanging past his lower jaw, and a large red tongue hanging out between them. A monster of dreams breathed into her face, silver eyes glowing in the night, and white fur making his massive head appear almost to glow surrounded by the darkness.