A Wolf in Cowboy's Clothing

Callie loves her job tending animals on a ranch in the middle of Texas. That is, until the night the herd is spooked and the ranch hands are all out in town. Until she goes to investigate and finds the largest pair of feral eyes she's ever seen looming out of the darkness. Wolf eyes, and they're fixed on her.

Callie manages to run home, but the creature chasing her crashes down her door. What rises from the rubble, though, is a man, and one she knows: Jesse Bolton, billionaire heir to the family who owns her ranch. Turns out he's a werewolf, just taking a little bit of what's his anyway. He was after her, but the hunger he felt wasn't in his stomach. Callie's surprised to find her own desire building, and when submits to his hunt, she finds out exactly what howling into the full mean night feels like.


Warning! This 5000+ word story features a strong, curvy woman and a hunky werewolf who makes her his. It features hot oral sex, rough sex, light dominance, light transformation and scenes of unbridled lust. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!


Excerpt:

"So why were you chasing me?" My words were just harsher than a whisper.

Jesse leaned in ever so slowly and nuzzled my neck. My brain was still frazzled, in a tug of war with emotions but a newcomer was quickly becoming the most dominant one: Desire.

Jesse's lips pulled back and he nipped at the skin of my neck. The shock ran straight down to my nethers, and I felt a blossom of heat and moisture in my panties.

My brain kicked into self-defense mode, and I found my hands pushing at his wide pecs. They did not yield, but Jesse stepped back.

"I smell the lust dripping out of ya," he said. "You're no wolf, but you can understand what is like to be hunted, am I right? What it's like to be pursued, to be desired, to be caught. Your body sure does. Give it what it want's Callie."

My legs felt weak and I had to back my palm into the wall to keep standing. He was right. Going from fear to relief to lust, it was natural. Happened all the time in action movies. All I had to do was give his prize to him and I would get mine.

I didn't know what to do, but Jesse nodded as if could read my mind through my pores and leaned in and took my neck in his mouth. I traced the lines of his cheek and jaw with my hand and let his desire flood my body. My brain let out one last protest and then surrendered. My body was his.

I sank and he caught me with one strong arm. The other ran rough along the curves of my body, mapping out my large breasts, my wide hips and my powerful thighs for future exploration. His hand came up and pressed up on my pussy and I felt the squelch as my juices seeped through my panties and into my jeans.