Her determination and drive to see justice done impressed the hell out of Ethan. Not to mention she was sexier than any she-wolf he’d had the pleasure to meet. Fuck. He’d gone too long without a woman. Six years too long.
It was finally time to reorganize the Drover pack and continue with what his father, and his father before him, had fought so hard for.
It was time to bring Greggoire down.
“What’s your name?” He glanced left and right before turning onto another logging road, this one taking him to the ranger station he called home.
“Dani…Danielle Carson.”
“Well, Dani…” He stretched his arm across the span of the bench seat. She slipped her tiny fingers into the palm of his hand as if they’d known each other forever. His blood pulsed through his veins as he stroked her soft skin with his thumb. “I think it’s time to take you home.”
“But…”
Ethan held up their hands. Despite the size difference, their hands linked together in a perfect fit. He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “Don’t worry, little one. We’ll stop off at my cabin first. You please me very much. Let me be the one who shows you what being a she-wolf entails.”
Chapter Two
Set deep in the woods, the lone cabin appeared to blend with the fir and alder trees that flanked the yard. A canvas of earth tones camouflaged the existence of a forest ranger’s control center, merging it with the forest. Dani clung to Ethan, refusing to let go of his hand for fear he’d change his mind.
Independent and usually secure in her decisions, she wanted to soak up Ethan’s confidence. The strength rolling off of him brought her comfort. It wasn’t only her feelings that mattered, but Ethan’s too. If he decided to mate with her, then she was sure this was the right thing to do.
Her body craved his warmth, his power.
Diddling herself to find release would never help the level of hunger in her body now. Deep within the recesses of her soul, her wolf cried out to mate, and not with any werewolf. Only Ethan.
Once inside the cabin, Ethan kicked the door shut and plastered her against the wall before she had a chance to get her bearings. He pressed his erection against her stomach. She clutched his chest, his shirt bunching in her hands, pulling him harder against her.
“You smell so good.” He lifted her off the ground and nuzzled her neck. “Your scent pleases my wolf.”
Pressed against the round logs of the cabin wall, she wrapped her legs around his hips. He thrust his cock against her mound to keep her planted in the perfect position. The added stimulation through her jeans brought sweet torture to her sensitive lower body.
All the struggle, discomfort, and confusion of keeping her inner wolf at bay waiting until the right moment to contact Ethan melted away. A euphoria of acceptance filled her senses. Ethan was hers.
He licked the curve of her neck. She laid her head back against the wood and closed her eyes.
Her womb pulsed and her pussy was not only wet, but warm and searching for him, pleading for Ethan to touch her most intimate places.
Dani seized Ethan’s head with her hands.
Opening her eyes, she gazed into his. “Fuck me.” He set his forehead on hers. His breath fanned her face. “Not yet, little one.” Her legs tightened around him. “Yes! I need this. You need this.”
Without letting her go, he carried her farther into the cabin and sat down on the couch. He situated her legs on one side of him and cradled her upper body in his embrace. But she was tense, waiting for him to take the next step, hoping he’d hurry.
“I’ll take care of you.” He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down, then slid his palm against the flat of her stomach. He skimmed light fingers from hip bone to hip bone.
“Your body…Damn. Perfect. So damn perfect for me.”
She lifted her hips off his lap. Digging her shoes into the couch cushion, she arched against his touch. The size and strength of his hands, gentle and soothing upon her skin, had her trusting him completely. He wasn't the man everyone believed he'd become, but the werewolf she'd worshipped and dreamed about for years.
The one her father trusted and wanted for her.
“More. Please, more.”
He slid his hand down farther and grazed his middle finger over her swollen clit. The quick explosion of tiny jolts pulsed deep inside of her and spread throughout her body. The scent of her arousal grew thicker. She fell back on his lap, lost in the pleasure flooding her body.
“Take it, Dani. You’ll be all right.” Ethan slid his finger lower and teased the opening of her pussy. In. Out. In. Out. He stretched, loosened, and relaxed her inner muscles. He swiped his tongue along the length of his bottom lip, then brought his hand back to her clit and rubbed in a circular motion. “You’re so wet, so innocent.” The light, gentle pressure warmed her body.