Wolf Claimed

Michaela Mune’Dust hates werewolves. Harthen knows she’d give her left boot to be completely free of the mangy beasts from now on. It’s just her luck that her job, the full moon, and that stupid little thing humans like to call biology are absolutely determined to force her into close personal contact with the last male she’d ever choose. Talk about un-luck-ee. Even worse the pinheaded lycan just can’t seem to keep his muddy paws to himself! Okay, so maybe he’s sort of cute when he gets all growly and gruff, but really is a little heart fluff worth a self-respecting witch’s freedom? Thanks to her new mate she has her hands full juggling pack politics, managing a violent uprising, and trying not to die. She’s a S.A.M.O Agent for the Human NSA, and she has no intention of giving that up. But why does the idea of a lifelong mating terrify her more than anything else? And when did compelling green eyes staring out of a furry muzzle become the most appealing sight she’d ever seen?


1. Prologue


Her scent grabbed him, fisting his heart, dragging him to the bar where she sat. The wolf simmered high just beneath the surface, enhancing everything to fine detail. If he wasn't careful, the animal would lead, pushing reason aside.

Mate. Yes.

Her scent called to him opening him to the bond. She was his, she just didn't realize it. Calling a light breeze he sent it toward her, caressed her with it from ankle to nape. She shivered crossing her arms over breasts that were soft and round, ripe for wet sucking lips. The wolf wanted him to dominate, the urge was almost irresistible. He was alpha, his wolf would demand that his mate submit to him in every way.

She turned toward him, cocking a voluptuous hip as she tilted her head at the small male that sat to her left. Want was a deep sultry pull down his cock. Mine. She was lovely, full glistening lips curving into an adorable smile as she chuckled. The male was weak, insignificant, he didn't even rate on the wolf's radar. Only his female mattered. The urge to claim was insistent, a thrumming back-beat to his heart's even cadence. She shifted again and he swayed with her, skirting dancers and servers as he made his way to where she waited.

The wolf surged moving him forward with preternatural speed. He was suddenly there, his face pressed into her nape breathing in the citrus scent of her hair. She gasped in not quite alarm. And his hands were there lifting her from the seat, curving over the small waist, as he stood her on her feet. He pushed his face into her neck and growled menacing and deep at the male whose hand hovered just over her shoulder.

She shivered in his arms but didn't struggle. Maybe it was instinct, maybe she knew him as hers. He breathed deeply, battling with the wolf for dominance. He could not take her here. Needed to say words, to explain something, but was unable to speak.

"Are you at least hot? Because really... being accosted in a bar by an un-hot-guy is just not on my list of things to do today."

His chuckle was more animal than man, but she helped him to get the wolf under control. Releasing her slowly he allowed her to turn around, but refused to relinquish contact with her beautiful skin. He settled for one hand holding her wrist while the other cupped the back of her neck.

Her gently arched eyebrows rose as she looked at him, lips tilting in an oh-so-sexy smirk.

"Hot enough for you?"

She averted her eyes a moment as if embarrassed, then mustered her will and met his gaze again. Her eyes were as beautiful as the rest of her, the smoothest richest chocolate he'd ever seen. He couldn't resist. He breathed her in, passed the light scent of body wash, and peach scented perfume, to the natural musk that was hers alone.

She was ripe, heady... and not wolf? He was stunned losing his hold on her wrist. She stepped back putting too much distance between them while he wrapped his mind around the knowledge. He remedied that immediately, pulling her into his chest, cradling her fragile body into the steel like protection of his own.

"What are you?" He sniffed at her in a way he knew was very lupine, but was at a loss as to prevent the comparison. Only a very thin veneer of humanity separated him and the beast that night. The light buzz of magic lit his senses and he smiled a very pleased smile.

"Sosyè. Do you know me kebi?"

She started, bringing small slender hands to rest on his chest, still not seeming alarmed by his actions. She swayed a little and he caught her closer to his body. Was she drunk?

"No, but I'd like to." She snorted, and giggled in nervous embarrassment.

Yep, definitely drunk.

"Gladly little witch. Gladly."

She smiled fully this time, and he was flattened by the direct two punch to his solar plexus. His mate was beautiful. More than that, she'd be his match in every way.

"You know what I am?" Her whisper was too loud to be discrete.

He nodded, unable to resist the call of those luscious lips a moment longer. She sighed, hands sliding over his shoulders as his lips slid over hers. She tasted of strawberry and mint. Her mouth was wet and slick. Even not knowing about wolves, she'd be hot for him, ripe for his touch. That was the way it was with mates. He could smell her arousal, sense the sudden need that clenched her insides. She protested as he forced himself to pull away before things got out of hand.

"Do you know what I am? Who I am?" He said against her lips.

"No. Who are you?"

Oh this was going to be fun. The wolf surged again, and he lost a few moments. Looking around he saw that they were in the men’s bathroom. His eyes caught on the faint silver lines of his power. They spread out from him in the lingering web of a recently cast spell. Felt like repulsion. So the wolf had ensured they wouldn't be bothered while they were in there? Good Wolfy. He'd lifted her against the door, snuggling his cock into the heated junction of her thighs. Even better. Arousal was thick in the air, his and hers, mixing perfectly around them.

"Wow big boy. Or should I call you wolf? Kidnapper much?" She giggled again, this time showing more nerves.

He closed his eyes leaning his forehead against hers, struggling for control. So she'd figured it out.

"Sorry. I just want to fuck you so bad I lost control for a moment. Forgive me?"

"Do you do this often?"

He'd never done this before. One night stands weren't his thing, even without the threat of human diseases. All magical creatures were completely immune to human illnesses. They couldn't carry, transmit or contract any of the viruses or bacteria that plagued human kind. It made for a lot freer attitude about most things that involved sex. Any wolf child was a blessing and cherished, so pregnancy wasn't a worry either. He was a one woman, long term kinda guy. She was his forever one. All the others had faded into nothingness at the sight of her.

"Do what?"

"Oh, I don't know. Snatch strange women from bars, and carry them off to the men’s bathroom? I mean, all the hot needy talk was pretty good, but did you have to start tossing people like rag dolls? We could have just gone somewhere else. That last guy wasn't even finished."

Her eyes sparkled with humor, and he gave her a playful smack. She yelped and he couldn't resist tasting her one more time. Her hips were rocking against him cradling her pussy nice and close to his pulsing erection, before he pulled back.

"So do you do this often?"


"Let strangers snatch you and carry you off to the men’s restroom?"

"Nope. First time for everything."

They shared a smile.

"Kinda strange though. That I'm not afraid of you?" She cocked her head, her look studied. "I feel like, we're old lovers meeting again... I can't explain it, ‘cause I'm sure I'd remember if I'd had a taste of all that male wolfyness."

He pulled her closer, pushing himself against her as his hands gripped the round softness of her ass.  Pleasure spiked from where his body nestled into her aroused damp flesh. Only a pair of thin lace panties and his pants prevented him from sinking into the lush heat of her.

"Bring back any memories?" He knew she could feel the full length of his cock straining to push through his jeans.

"Hm. No." She looked genuinely perplexed. "So what’s the plan?"

"The plan?"

She nodded, her look turning expectant.

"You mean other than fucking you until you scream yourself hoarse and then carrying you back to my house to start all over again?"

She shuddered, making a few sexy sounds that seemed to sizzle from the back of her throat.

"What makes you think that's what I want to do?"

He kissed her gently, then nibbled her bottom lip, letting it slide slowly from the hot clasp of his mouth. Her fragrance was ripe, enticing, driving him beyond sanity.  She fisted her hand in his hair, whimpering as her body worked itself against his.

"Didn't your mama ever tell you not to run from a wolf?" He hoped so. If she ran, there was no way he'd be able to prevent the wolf from ripping her cloths from her body and rutting on her like a wild animal. He was very close to doing that anyway. This wasn't going anything like he'd planned. Thank Modean she was Sosyè, and not some other race of the Magkean. Witches were calm, go with the flow type beings. They tended to accept the needs of others without much protest. All Sosyè were hard wired that way.

He leaned back just enough to slide two fingers under the hot pink lace that covered her mound. His groan matched hers as they sank into the soft hot clasp of her sex. He loved short skirts!

"You're pussy is wet kebi. I'd say we agree totally about what happens next."

"I don't know, I mean..." She gasped as his fingers slid out, then pushed back in a slow thick stroke. "Wh...What exactly would sex with a werewolf entail?" She hummed against him, the taste of her sweet on his tongue as he licked her. "I'm not really into furry midnight encounters you know?"

His laugh rang in the empty room, and he pulled her closer relinquishing the silky warmth of her pussy to hug her with both arms.

"Your body knows me. I promise you'll love everything I've got planned."

"Really?" There was genuine question in her voice. A surge of warmth washed through him and he kissed the soft curve of her cheek before leaning back.

"Say yes." Let me claim you.

"Hm." She looked at the ceiling, pretending to be thinking it through.

The wolf growled in impatience. She wasn't wolf kind, she had to agree, otherwise she might call foul later. So she didn't know that she was agreeing to lifelong mating? He so didn't care. A yes was a yes. And he was barely hanging on to reason as it was. He cupped her chin, his eyes pleading with hers. She looked at him as if trying to define the content of his character with just one look.

"I'm not convinced it will be worth my while."

"Let me help you decide."

Slowly, sensually he let her body slide down his until she was standing with her back leaning against the door and him between her thighs. He fell to his knees, not able to resist pushing his face into her crotch. He breathed deep, taking in her essence, and moan-growled against her wet panties. He leaned back, catching her eyes with his, and the thin lace disintegrated under his hands.

"Hey! I kinda liked those."

"I'll buy you new ones."

Then he was there covering the slick aroused flesh, tonguing the swollen lips of her cunt. She tasted hot and sexy, and he fought with the wolf, barely forcing the frenzy from taking his mind. He had to keep control. She made a sound between a squeak and a gasp, and her hips curved into him, giving him better access to needy female parts.

"Oh yes. Mmmmm."

Did that count? Hm. Better safe than sorry.

"Was that a yes?" he leaned in suckling the erect clitoris, as his tongue slid around the tiny hood. Her back arched, one leg lifting to rest over his shoulder. "Tell me to claim you. Tell me you want me to claim this pussy."

His fingers slid into the tight glove of her slit, immediately finding the sensitive spot just inside the entrance. He rubbed it steadily, applying the perfect amount of pressure. The sounds she made began to come regularly, her hips bumping against him as she worked for the climax. He leaned back blowing cool air over her swollen clit.

"No! So close." Her eyes were closed, her head leaning back on the door. Her curly hair made an onyx halo around her lovely face.

"Give me the words kebi. Give me the words and I'll make you come so hard you'll soak me with your cream."

His fingers continued to fuck her, plunging in and out, and in and out, but he knew she needed his tongue to finish.

"Please!" She was his, lost to the passion of mate sex. Her need was a welcome beacon. He licked her once, and then drew away again.

"Please claim me! Claim my pussy." Her voice was husky, heavy with need.

Yes! He savored her flavor ignoring his aching cock as he licked her from slit to clit, and then settled in to a fast rhythm. His fingers matched his mouth, and he gripped her hip with his other hand, holding her still for his attack. She vibrated, tensing in his hold, and he pushed in as far as he could reach, pushing her over the edge. She came with a loud staccato gasp, her pussy milking his fingers, as she shimmied against him. It didn't last nearly long enough, and then she was sliding down the door to sit on his lap.

"Thank you." He said, kissing her over and over, peppering her with little teasing nips, and long wet ones. He couldn't get enough of her flavor. Her hands worked between them, struggling to release his cock from its restraints. Oh yeah mate. She almost had his zipper down.

"Need you." She mewled against his lips, and he took pity on her, freeing his erection in a few deft moves. She gripped him in her hand, and he moaned, pulling her closer as he sucked a puckered nipple through the thin fabric of her blouse.

Compulsion took him, had him standing with her in his arms, his dick waving in the cool air before he realized what had happened. No. Fuck No! He kissed her, trying desperately to ignore the call. A wave of power so intense he shuddered overcame him. The Fenrir, his pack's leader, must be very near. And he wanted his wolf to come to him now.

The command was irresistible, he didn't have a choice but to obey. Setting his mate gently on her feet, he steadied her with one hand, while he forced his tortured cock back into his pants. The wolf didn't protest. Pack law was paramount, no pack wolf could willingly contradict it. If the Fenrir called, his wolves were to come without question.

The need to go was a burning ache in his shoulders, but still he tried to resist. He kissed her slow and thorough only stopping when the call was almost too painful to bear. He leaned his forehead against hers trying to breathe through the pain.

"Rain check?" Please don't be angry.


"I have to go. Pack business."

"Pack what? You can't be serious. All that and you have to go?"

"Sorry. You don't know how sorry I am. I'll make it up to you I swear."

"Yeah good luck with that." She sounded hurt, and it took everything in him not to fold her in his arms and make it better.

"Tell me your name. I'll find you later."

"Don't bother."

A surge of werewolf power almost doubled him over, his teeth elongated the change threatening to come whether he wanted it or not.

Fagan was not happy.

"I'll find you." He cupped her cheek, trying to memorize everything about her in a moment. And then he just wasn't there. 

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