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  LUNEWULF 1: PACK LAW, 2003

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  Prologue

  “I’ve got the list!”

  Sophia Rousseau jumped off the couch and hurried over to her older sister. Gertrude barely had a chance to take off her coat before Sophie grabbed the stapled sheets of paper from her sister’s hand.

  “I don’t know why you are so excited to read that bitch’s list.” Elsa, Sophie’s younger sister, appeared in the doorway. “She’s trying to control our lives by telling us who to mate with.”

  Sophie rolled her eyes. Elsa always put a damper on things. “Quit acting like a rebellious teenager.”

  Sophie returned to the couch and her sisters scrunched in on either side of her. Holding her breath, she ran her finger over her pack mate’s names, searching for her own.

  “Oh my God.” She stared at the three werewolves who Grandmother Rousseau, their pack leader, had determined would be her mates. She mouthed the three names quietly to herself: Niklas Alexander, Lukas Kade, and Jonathan Abram. For a moment, she forgot to breathe.

  “You fucking scored,” Gertrude whispered, grabbing the sheets to look for her own name.

  Sophie stood up and walked over to the large window that looked out over the sprawling front yard. The urge to change crawled through her system, the desire to experience her emotions in their rawest forms. Her bones ached to grow stronger, stretch; a tickle began at the back of her neck, tiny hairs itching to grow, and transform her into the beautiful beast that waited within.

  “I wonder if Nik already knows.” She stared out the window. An image of his penetrating blue eyes appeared before her, eyes that always watched her, judged her. And showed what he wanted to do to her. He would be her alpha male—she would see to it. She would fuck him first, and she would do it soon.

  “You better learn to want all of your mates.” Elsa’s disapproving tone didn’t faze Sophie. “We’re the lucky bitches who get to breed with three wolves.”

  Her imitation of their grandmother made Sophie smile. In spite of her sister’s views, Sophie didn’t find it disgusting at all. They were lucky to have three wolves at their beck and call—especially three fine wolves like hers! She turned around and grinned at her sisters.

  “Nik will be my alpha. But Jonathan and Lukas are good men too.”

  “You just love the idea of fucking all of them.” Gertrude giggled, handing the list of names to Elsa. “I got the men that I wanted, too.”

  Elsa tossed the stapled sheets onto the coffee table. “I don’t want any of these wolves. I don’t see how you two can be so excited about being told who to fuck. Shit ladies, this is the twenty-first century, not the dark ages.”

  “You need to take more pride in being lunewulf,” Gertrude told her.

  “I agree.” Sophie turned again to stare past the yard, the itch to run across the meadows distracting her.

  The rich scent of the earth, the wonderful array of greens, with the endless deep blue sky overhead would soothe the fears she couldn’t seem to overcome despite her acceptance of pack law. But it excited her too. She would have three werewolves, all different, their bodies and cocks hers to explore. She wanted to lie in the meadow, imagining them, and run her fingers in and out of her soaked pussy.

  But three werewolves! Could she handle three?

  Ignoring her own fears, she turned her attention back to her sister.

  “Whether or not you agree with the methods the pack has decided upon, it’s important to keep the lunewulf breed strong. We’re one of the oldest breeds of werewolves in the world. And you know males outnumber females. We get three mates so that we don’t die out.”

  “I’m not going to be shackled to three men.” Elsa would get herself in trouble if she protested too loud, but Sophie was tired of arguing with her.

  Not to mention, she’d rather dream about what was in store for her: Nik, with his powerful body, that sexy stroll, his cocky grin, those long muscular legs, kept her awake at night with lustful longing.

  His cock was huge. He’d pressed it against her many times. Just the thought of that rock-hard penis pushing deep inside her made her tremble with need. Heat surged through her, and she licked her lips, imagining his hot come squirting while she sucked that enormous cock.

  Gertrude was right. She couldn’t wait to fuck!

  Chapter One

  The rich, thick aroma in the air couldn’t be mistaken. Everyone here wanted to fuck.

  In the living room, Sophie’s sister, Trudy, gyrated to the thumping music. Pack members lingered everywhere in the small house, enjoying the party. Some werewolves from a pack south of Prince George had shown up too.

  Damp air coming through the window gave her goose-bumps when she passed in front of it, weaving around the people who hovered at the dining room table, munching on the snacks.

  Salt, lust, sweat and bitter cigarette smoke permeated the close quarters. Her hair would stink tomorrow. Sophie tucked a blonde strand behind her ear, then leaned against the wall, next to the window, to enjoy the hint of outdoors that trickled in.

  Everyone will end up in the corners fucking before the night is over, her cousin Simone had said when she came by to pick up Sophie and her sisters at their grandmother’s house.

  I want to get fucked tonight. She searched the room to see if he had arrived yet—hopefully, it wasn’t obvious she didn’t care about the party. Ever since she had turned eighteen, he had consumed her thoughts. Nik always seemed to be nearby, but she had it on good authority from Simone, that he planned to be at Johann’s party.

  I’m wherever you are because I am watching you. Nik had stood behind her at the last pack meeting and whispered in her ear. You are mine. Our dens have chosen you for me, and I plan to make my mark very soon.

  His wicked promise had kept her on the verge of an orgasm for the past week. Her throbbing clit drove her to distraction. Now, thick cream saturated her panties just thinking about what he’d said. The October breeze seeping through the window did nothing to ease the intense heat of her aching pussy.

  “Elsa, wait for me.” Sophie’s sister left the kitchen, heading for the back door. “I’ll go outside with you.” Maybe Nik would be outside.

  “You aren’t having any fun either?” Elsa shoved her long blonde hair over her shoulder. Worry clouded her pretty blue eyes.

  Sophie ran her hand over her baby sister’s hair. “It’s a bit warm in here. But you should relax. You’d have more fun. There are tons of sexy wolves here tonight.”

  Elsa looked even more troubled, but Sophie couldn’t help smiling. H
er sister acted like a prude. How could they be from the same den?

  When she followed Elsa out the back door, the cold night air slapped her face. A large group circled a bonfire in the corner of the yard. Sophie stepped around her sister to look for Nik.

  Her heart pounded faster and blood raced through her veins; the primal urge to change filled her being. The beast in her, the beautiful lunewulf, begged to be released. Wood-smoke mixed with the crisp sweetness of the pines growing on the edge of the property. The night air wrapped around her, drawing her nipples to hardened peaks. She loved the cold, the change of autumn to winter. It made her frisky, full of life and the desire to run and play. Rolling in the meadows with a certain tall, well-built lunewulf would make the night perfect.

  She wandered into the yard toward the bonfire. But the partiers didn’t impress her. At the other end, over by the group of parked cars, deep, male baritones grabbed her attention, heightening her lust-torn nerves. Could Nik be with that group?

  She glanced back at Elsa. Johann had found her. Good. Her sister would be distracted. Sophie put a strut in her walk, and strolled across the yard. A beer might calm her nerves.

  “Looking good, Sophie.” Lukas Kade grinned from the other side of the keg, while holding the black tube that pumped beer into a plastic cup. He handed the cup to her, spilling the golden brew over the edges.

  “Thanks Lukas.” Sophie never knew what to say to the stocky man.

  She sipped at the beer and watched over the rim as Lukas approached her. He grabbed her shoulder, his thick fingers squeezing her bones, then leaned in to bury his head in her hair.

  “I love your scent. I can almost taste the rich cream from your pussy when I’m near you. We need to get together soon.” Thick fingers rubbed against her tummy then moved under her sweater to cup her breast. Calloused roughness brushed her hardened nipple. Electric tingles shot through her, and a nervous sweat broke out over her chilled skin.

  Sawdust, beer, and lust consumed her senses when she inhaled the air around Lukas. She molded into him, his powerful body wrapping around hers like a warm blanket. Of her three mates, he would be her teddy bear.

  “I can’t wait to feel that hot little mouth of yours around my cock,” he whispered, the pungent beer on his breath saturating the air. Lukas kneaded her breast, sending nervous energy flaring through her.

  They were practically strangers, since he’d graduated several years ahead of her. But he was a good wolf, raised in a hardworking den.

  Will I grow to love you, too?

  Hands fondled her ass. Slow caresses robbed her of her rational thought, long fingers stroking downward toward her steamy cunt.

  Abruptly her head cleared. When she opened her eyes, Lukas held her head in one hand; his other fingers squeezed her breast hard enough to make his mark. But someone else now stood behind her. Someone with experienced fingers that seemed to know right where to press through her jeans, causing her silk panties to dance around her swollen clit.

  She couldn’t think. Sensations rippled through her. Pressure built deep in her womb; her cunt pulsed with anticipation. Skilled fingers pressed and rubbed, fire plunging through her that she couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. The world around her blurred, and she exploded, coming hard.

  She bit her lip so she wouldn’t cry out…and turned her head to see who had brought her to a complete orgasm in her cousin’s backyard during the middle of a party.

  Chapter Two

  Eyes dark with lust stared down at her. Relief and excitement swept Sophie.

  Nik stood behind her, his hand still stoking the feverish heat in her pussy. Her legs turned to putty when she met Nik’s darkly satisfied gaze.

  “Damn Sophie, you just came.” Lukas tried to pull her to him, but Nik clamped an arm around her waist, pinning her.

  “Looks like you’ve had plenty to drink tonight, Kade.” Nik’s rich baritone sent shivers through Sophie.

  Nik took a step backward, forcing Lukas’ hand out from under her sweater. Lukas’ gaze clouded. He gathered his bearing before looking over her shoulder at Nik.

  “You can’t hog her to yourself.” Lukas’ voice sounded gravelly. Extended teeth pressed over his lower lip and glossy white fur covered his cheeks. “She’s my mate too.”

  Sophie could hardly focus on anything other than the powerful arms around her. Nik had a body of steel; hard, firm muscles offered a wall of strength. The throbbing steel length of Nik’s cock burned into her lower back. Her insides swarmed with heat. Fire nestled inside the folds of her pussy. Raw, untamed sex filled the air around them. Though she’d barely quit shaking from coming, already she wanted Nik’s cock.

  “We’ve talked about this, Kade. We decided how to do it.” Nik let her go, and the cold night air swooped in, chilling her.

  You talked about what? Sophie looked at Nik, then back at Lukas. “What have you decided to do?”

  Lukas’ grin turned as mischievous as a schoolboy’s. But Nik pulled her away from her other mate and across the yard.

  “What did you talk about?”

  They moved through the parked cars, where several of her pack mates noticed her being led by the arm and grinned.

  Nik let go of her, but his touch remained branded on her skin. Tall meadow grass tangled around her thighs. She stomped through it, following him toward the thick line of pines that bordered the property.

  “You’re nervous about mating with all three of us.” Nik turned to face her and crossed his arms over his chest.

  His statement rendered her silent for a moment. All her fears surfacing, she stared at him. Straw-blond hair framed his face—a beautiful face with high cheekbones and deep blue eyes that watched her like a hawk does its prey.

  “Don’t tell me how I’m thinking, wolf man.” Some of the bitches, like Elsa, had rebelled against pack decision to have polygamous mating. But Nik and most of his den were politically active within the pack. Sophie wouldn’t be known as a rebel. “I can’t wait to have the three of you at my beck and call.”

  “You will come to each of us when we howl for you and fuck us with pleasure?” His gaze penetrated her, seemingly able to pinpoint each of her fears. But standing here, with Nik Alexander inches from her, fogged her senses. Her ass still tingled from where his cock had pressed against her. The burning need inside her grew too powerful to restrain.

  I will fuck you with pleasure any time, wolf man.

  “Well of course.” She dared to take a step toward him, keeping her gaze locked with his. “I believe in keeping the lunewulf breed intact and whole. Pack law states a bitch should provide cubs for three different werewolves. I don’t break laws.”

  “And you aren’t scared?”

  She reached out to him. Her fingertips charged with the heat from his body the moment she pressed them against his rock-hard chest.

  “No,” she lied, brushing her fingers over his soft sweatshirt. Fire burned in Nik’s beautiful blue eyes.

  “I don’t frighten you?” He reached out to touch her cheek, and swept aside a strand of her hair.

  Sophie swallowed. She would offer him some honesty, before her buried fears filled the air with their stench. Nik had been the man of her dreams throughout high school, her protector when the older werewolves picked on her. Now that she’d turned twenty and was old enough to breed, he would be her mate, and he stood before her demanding to know her feelings.

  She whispered the first thing that came to mind. “I want you.” Her cheeks burned with her embarrassment.

  He studied her, appearing to understand her feelings better than she. The night air chilled her lungs; a yearning to change and run through the trees behind him overtook her, heightening her emotions, intensifying her desires.

  Running would ruin the moment. That she wouldn’t allow. And she sure as hell wouldn’t say anything else to embarrass herself. Straightening, she stuck out her chin and waited for his response.

  “Take off your clothes.” His expression didn�
�t change, but his blue eyes sparked with lust. Their fire caught deep in her gut, swelling and smoldering.

  “What?” She gasped, her heart pounding loud enough to make it hard to hear.

  “You stand before me showing your boldness. Without fear.” He dropped his hand so that his fingers rubbed her oversensitive nipples. Sparks ignited in her, quickening in her womb.

  Her cardigan abraded her nipples, he squeezed, torturing them into eager hardness. “You like your nipples pinched, don’t you, my little bitch?”

  She moaned, unwilling to admit the quick sensation of pain could cause the rush of cream that drenched her panties.

  “I want my mate naked before me,” he growled. His mouth changed shape as his teeth grew. His request aroused him; the change rippling through him proved that.

  He wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

  Come dripped from her throbbing pussy lips; her insides tightened with nervous lustful energy. He is challenging me, testing my boldness. And if I told him I had fears, he would soothe them for me.

  But did she want tender? Sophie managed a smile, although her lips quivered from the cold and the emotions that flooded her. She grabbed the bottom of her sweater, pulled it over her head before she chickened out.

  She boiled inside and her heart pounded ruthlessly in her chest. The night air’s icy fingers traced over her feverish skin, making her breath come in quick gasps. Dropping her sweater, she knelt in front of him to undo her boot laces.

  “You are beautiful, Sophie, so beautiful.”

  Though she couldn’t see his face, she could watch his hand move on his cock. Her fingers fumbled the laces while he stroked himself, his small movements proving an almost unbearable distraction.

  “I’m cold. I want to change.” Her bones popped in agony, and she couldn’t help murmuring her desire even though she wanted him to see her as a confident bitch.

  “Fight it. I want to see you in your flesh.” He rubbed the thick, growing bulge in his pants.

  She stood and slipped out of her jeans and panties, dropping her clothes in a pile next to her. Then she faced him, naked and on fire, in spite of the biting night air—it only added to the torturous flames that burned in her pussy. Frigid air embraced her feverish cunt. Icy fire teased her clit; it ached with cold, with heat, with anticipation.