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“It’s a goddamned pack meeting.” Stone didn’t give a rat’s ass if his mood soured
the smell of the truck.
“Sure looks like it.” Gabe sounded just as put out.
“Don’t you two dare be spoilsports. Get out and show this pack what the McAllister
den is made of,” Pamela scolded both of them.
A pack of cubs came racing around the side of the house, hollering and carrying on.
Several bitches followed in tow. But Stone only noticed one of them.
Ali wore a knit sweater, just as she had when he’d taken her up the mountain. From
this distance he could tell she didn’t wear a bra. Those large breasts pressed against the
knitted fabric, stretching it, accenting how shapely she was. Instead of jeans, she had on
a black skirt, with black hose that showed off those long slender legs. Flat black boots
finished off the ensemble nicely. She looked sporty, sexy, and like food to a starving
man.
He was out of the truck before he had time to think. With several long strides, he
reached her, that fresh, sweet appealing scent of hers wrapping around him.
The other bitches with her seemed to disappear. She noticed him, stopped in her
tracks, while a slow smile spread across her face.
“Stone,” she whispered, when he’d reached her side.
“You look sexy as fucking hell.” He reached out, taking a strand of her blonde hair
and brushing it away from her face.
Her red highlights captured the gleam from the porch light. His fingers scraped
over her cheek before he let his hand drop, reminding himself he was at her den and
anyone could be watching.
Ali’s blush made her blue eyes glow. “Thanks. You look damn good, too.”
He realized then why he hadn’t been able to get her off his mind. Ali wasn’t like the
many bitches he’d run with in the past. She wasn’t a slut. The way she blushed when he
praised her, then didn’t come back with some sexy line added to her appeal.
She nibbled her lip, glancing quickly around her, while her hesitation in speaking
brought out her pureness. That was what he liked about Ali. She’d been untouched,
unspoiled, and he’d marked her.
He grinned, enjoying her moment of hesitation. “You throw this party for me?”
“Umm. No.” She shrugged, drawing his attention to those large breasts of hers.
Suddenly he was hungry, damned hungry. And it wasn’t for food.
“My sire decided to invite all the dens over who have werewolves who work for
him,” she explained, and then offered him an apologetic smile. “I didn’t realize it would
be this large.”
Gabe and Pamela walked past him, both of them giving him sideways glances as
several other werewolves surrounded them, leading them toward the backyard.
“The party is mainly out back,” she added.
“Even more reason to stay up here with you.” He ached to take her away from here,
taste her one more time.
Her eyes glowed like sapphires, while lust filled the air between them. “I want to
leave with you later,” she told him boldly.
Yet another quality that appealed to him. Ali didn’t play games. She didn’t know
how. Her innocence smelled so damned good it was all he could do not to haul her
right out of there and fuck her until she screamed.
Damn it. He would have to do that soon.
The scent of another werewolf raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He looked
over her shoulder when a Cariboo walked up to them, giving him an unsure look.
“Ali?” the Cariboo asked, frowning at him before giving Ali his attention. “They’re
pulling the steaks off the grill. I thought I’d come find you.”
Stone got the sudden urge to punch the werewolf in the face. Straggly blond hair
fell around his face and his face wasn’t shaven. He had buckteeth that would be real
easy to straighten with a hard blow to the mouth.
“Stone, this is Mickey Reginald.” She
“It’s a goddamned pack meeting.” Stone didn’t give a rat’s ass if his mood soured
the smell of the truck.
“Sure looks like it.” Gabe sounded just as put out.
“Don’t you two dare be spoilsports. Get out and show this pack what the McAllister
den is made of,” Pamela scolded both of them.
A pack of cubs came racing around the side of the house, hollering and carrying on.
Several bitches followed in tow. But Stone only noticed one of them.
Ali wore a knit sweater, just as she had when he’d taken her up the mountain. From
this distance he could tell she didn’t wear a bra. Those large breasts pressed against the
knitted fabric, stretching it, accenting how shapely she was. Instead of jeans, she had on
a black skirt, with black hose that showed off those long slender legs. Flat black boots
finished off the ensemble nicely. She looked sporty, sexy, and like food to a starving
man.
He was out of the truck before he had time to think. With several long strides, he
reached her, that fresh, sweet appealing scent of hers wrapping around him.
The other bitches with her seemed to disappear. She noticed him, stopped in her
tracks, while a slow smile spread across her face.
“Stone,” she whispered, when he’d reached her side.
“You look sexy as fucking hell.” He reached out, taking a strand of her blonde hair
and brushing it away from her face.
Her red highlights captured the gleam from the porch light. His fingers scraped
over her cheek before he let his hand drop, reminding himself he was at her den and
anyone could be watching.
Ali’s blush made her blue eyes glow. “Thanks. You look damn good, too.”
He realized then why he hadn’t been able to get her off his mind. Ali wasn’t like the
many bitches he’d run with in the past. She wasn’t a slut. The way she blushed when he
praised her, then didn’t come back with some sexy line added to her appeal.
She nibbled her lip, glancing quickly around her, while her hesitation in speaking
brought out her pureness. That was what he liked about Ali. She’d been untouched,
unspoiled, and he’d marked her.
He grinned, enjoying her moment of hesitation. “You throw this party for me?”
“Umm. No.” She shrugged, drawing his attention to those large breasts of hers.
Suddenly he was hungry, damned hungry. And it wasn’t for food.
“My sire decided to invite all the dens over who have werewolves who work for
him,” she explained, and then offered him an apologetic smile. “I didn’t realize it would
be this large.”
Gabe and Pamela walked past him, both of them giving him sideways glances as
several other werewolves surrounded them, leading them toward the backyard.
“The party is mainly out back,” she added.
“Even more reason to stay up here with you.” He ached to take her away from here,
taste her one more time.
Her eyes glowed like sapphires, while lust filled the air between them. “I want to
leave with you later,” she told him boldly.
Yet another quality that appealed to him. Ali didn’t play games. She didn’t know
how. Her innocence smelled so damned good it was all he could do not to haul her
right out of there and fuck her until she screamed.
Damn it. He would have to do that soon.
The scent of another werewolf raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He looked
over her shoulder when a Cariboo walked up to them, giving him an unsure look.
“Ali?” the Cariboo asked, frowning at him before giving Ali his attention. “They’re
pulling the steaks off the grill. I thought I’d come find you.”
Stone got the sudden urge to punch the werewolf in the face. Straggly blond hair
fell around his face and his face wasn’t shaven. He had buckteeth that would be real
easy to straighten with a hard blow to the mouth.
“Stone, this is Mickey Reginald.” She
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