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Автор: Amy Lee Burgess
Издательство: Ingram
Серия: The Wolf Within
Жанр произведения: Эротическая литература
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isbn: 9781616504847
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could unzip my jeans.

      With his help, I wiggled them down over my hips to my knees, while his jeans dropped to his ankles. Wonderful, beautiful man, he was going commando. Wished I’d thought of that.

      My panties ripped beneath the assault of his determined fingers. He slid the probing tip of his wet cock between my legs. I shifted my ass as I used the stone wall for support so I could move up and—yes. Murphy’s cock rammed home. We both cried out.

      “Harder,” I urged as he pumped into me. The stone wall scraped my skin, but I didn’t care. I locked my ankles and dug my heels into his ass.

      “You’re perfect,” he told me as he devoured me with brutal, drugging kisses. “I love you, Stanzie. I love you so fucking much.”

      My wolf leaped beneath my skin, stretching over my soul like cold purple fire. She danced through my veins and scratched down my spine.

      When the orgasm hit me so hard I saw shooting stars, I let out a throaty scream as I ripped to glorious pieces. An invisible wire snapped tight inside me, pulling every muscle I had into screaming pleasure pain. The wire stretched from me into Murphy and from him into the couple four feet away then from them to a triad and out farther and farther until the entire pack was enmeshed in a hazy net of pure energy.

      “Fee?” I thought dreamily and came again, so explosively I screamed and banged my head against the stone wall.

      “I’m here, Stanzie.” It was not Fee in my head but Deirdre, and I could taste Colm in the back of my throat. His sweat as it dripped from his face into my mouth as he thrust into me. I felt them all then. The whole pack become as one together in a litany of names, faces, skin, scent, taste, texture. Surreal and terrifying, spinning out of control until everything was a silver blur and I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see or hear.

      I opened my eyes only to see Murphy’s face, contorted with lust as his climax pulled his muscles tight before going slack.

      He sagged against me, warm and sweaty. I unhooked my ankles to let my legs slide away from his waist. Rubbery and weak, if not for the wall, I would have fallen.

      “The fuck was that?” My voice was rusty croak. My throat burned.

      “Pack bond,” Murphy answered, his voice as hoarse as mine. He buried his face in my sticky neck and shuddered. I ran my hands along his back. He still had on his sweater, so I helped him take it off.

      Mine was gone. I didn’t remember taking it off, but there it was on the floor by our feet. We both still had on our boots. My bra chafed. Murphy undid the front clasp as I slid the straps down.

      We kicked off our jeans, boots and socks then staggered, hand in hand, for an empty mattress. I would have fallen if he hadn’t held me up. He was none too steady on his feet either.

      I sprawled face first on the soft blue sheets and Murphy fell beside me. He draped one arm and a leg over me protectively.

      The couple on the mattress six feet away from our heads was still going strong. When I smelled them, their sweat sparked something inside me.

      Murphy as well. He moved so he was on top. I raised up on my knees so he could take me from behind. When he slid inside me, he felt so good I wanted to scream, but if I did, I’d come and I wanted to prolong the pleasure.

      I’d missed this so much. Him inside me, us together. My wolf awake and itching to take over my skin.

      He nipped my shoulder, his teeth so sharp against my skin I gasped. I wanted to bite him too. When he touched my cheek, I turned my head so I could sink my teeth into one of his fingers. He laughed, and a sensual shiver slipped down my spine. I arched my back and he moved faster. Perspiration dripped down my face onto the sheets. Murphy’s sweat was slick against my shoulders and ass.

      He whispered something in Irish which sent me tumbling over the edge into what seemed like an endless orgasm that turned me inside out.

      Cold wind blew across us from the open French doors. People were leaving in twos and threes, headed for the meadow above the lake.

      I wanted to go too. The wind was a siren song in my blood, singing not only to me, but my wolf as well.

      Murphy pulled me to my feet and we dodged around writhing couples, discarded clothing and rumpled mattresses.

      Gray clouds full of rain hung in dark spirals across the sky. Light mist drifted across my sweaty face as I moved away from the stone castle and off the paved terrace to the wet grass.

      Murphy’s eyes glowed feral amber as we paused for a long kiss, our bodies slick and hot against each other.

      Ryan rushed past us and dropped to all fours in the green grass. His body contorted and shuddered as the shift swept over him.

      Murphy kissed the side of my mouth and stepped away. Never taking his gaze from me, he went to his knees then pitched forward, breaking his fall with his palms. His back arched, but he didn’t bow his head, even as the shift boiled over him.

      He was smiling when he blinked out of existence. When he flashed back, he was fully wolf, but I still swore he was smiling.

      My wolf howled to be free. Cold purple fire flamed beneath my skin as she stretched her claws and ripped at me. I dropped to my knees then let my hands take the rest of my weight. Pain plucked at me, but it was fleeting.

      Everything turned silver and then…

      * * * *

       Rain, wet on my fur. Feels good. Friend looks at me. I love Friend. I lick him behind the ear and he nuzzles my throat. He tastes good. Ryan Wolf wants to run. I chase him, steer him back to the pack. Our Alphas lead the hunt. We follow. Friend runs so close our fur brushes, but our legs do not tangle. Ryan Wolf runs beside me. He sniffs me. Friend tackles him. They roll together, teeth snapping, but do not bite. They play, but Ryan Wolf rolls to Friend. Good.

       The pack is far ahead. We must run fast to catch up. My paws slip in the wet grass. I smell the lake and the rain and Friend’s wet fur. I sneeze, but I still run.

       Siobhan Wolf breaks from the pack. She comes to us, lips wrinkled back in disgust. Why are we so far behind?

       Play with us, Siobhan Wolf? She snaps at me, growls, but does not bite. She herds me ahead. We must catch up. Friend nips at Ryan Wolf’s flank. He dodges away and zips first one way then the other. I want to play that game!

       Alpha Colm howls. No time for play. Siobhan Wolf snarls at me, glares with golden eyes. Yes, I know. Catch up.

       My pack sits in a ring around the Alphas. Alpha Fee is beautiful, but so sad. I want her to be happy again. She misses her mate. I miss him too. One blue eye, one brown. He is gone forever. He runs with Him and Her and the Thems from my old pack. Big Them and Little Them. In the otherworld now. Running there instead of here.

       Alpha Deirdre is heavy with young. This is good. Cubs are good for my pack! She is tired and cannot run and play. I sit with her. Leave her alone. She must rest.

       Mother and father of Alpha Deirdre are pleased with me. I guard my Alpha. You can run and play, your Alpha cub is safe with me.

       Friend stays too. He wants to play, but we must protect our Alpha.

       I roll to her. She nuzzles my throat but does not bite. Nudges me up. Up. Friend rolls too. Up, Friend. Stand up now.

       We sit together while our pack hunts. The rain is wet against our fur. The grass is soft and smells of good things. I would like to drink from the lake, but I must stay here with Alpha Deirdre.

       Alpha Fee does not want to play, but Alpha Colm is patient. He sneaks up behind her. Pounce! They roll. I feel them inside me. All my pack. My brothers and sisters. We are together.

       Alpha Fee howls. I howl back. Friend howls too.