Wolf Hunt 2: Forest Wolf
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by Marie Treanor
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: The wolf hunt intensifies--but when missions are complicated by attraction, sex and divided loyalties, who's hunting whom? As the Earth government unleashes its werewolves to track down the alien infiltrators, those in command of the invaders strike back. When Louis, their android servant, encounters the werewolf Linnet, whose mission is to kill his masters, he discovers that aliens and werewolves have something in common after all--the need to destroy the project that created such mutants. But Louis' primary command is to serve and protect the very invaders Linnet must defeat. Worse, Linnet's wolf is in season, and she desperately wants Louis. He's fully capable of pleasuring her, and he's programmed to follow orders, but is it right to make use of a sentient being, android or not, just to fulfill her sexual needs? Louis has been programmed to learn from his environment, adapt, and evolve, and Linnet's about to discover he has some needs of his own?
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: December 2009
6 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [103 KB]
Reading time: 61-86 min.
Louis stopped and stood perfectly still. All his sensors confirmed the intruder's presence in the forest, and now he had a more definite fix on its location. Turning thirty degrees to the left, he set off again through the trees.
As he walked, he noted the dark reds and browns and golds of the autumn leaves, and the way the colors altered subtly with every wink of sun between the thick branches. With another part of his highly capable brain, he decided to wait until he had more information before informing his masters of the intruder's presence.
His flexible-soled boots made very little sound on the soft carpet of the forest floor. The tiny cracks of dry twigs could have been made by the same small woodland animals that watched him warily from behind the undergrowth, sniffing the air to try and catch his scent, to work out who and what he was.
Ignoring them, Louis strode with quick, sure strides toward the low, even breathing of the intruder. He pushed aside a heavy branch and found her.
She lay asleep at the foot of a tree, curtained off from casual observation by its low, spreading branches. A worn, dirty blanket covered her, revealing only a mop of black hair above the shapeless, woolen hump.
Louis hadn't expected a woman. He hadn't even been sure the intruder was human when he'd first picked up the presence. It had been more like some strange animal, although the readings had been confused. Swiftly checking, he discovered they were still confused, almost, but not quite, as if she used some kind of masking. All he could tell was that she was alive, female and mostly human. Definitely not Gardenian.
She slept peacefully enough, giving off no sign of pain or injury, although Louis couldn't think of any other reason for her to be sleeping in the forest in the middle of the morning. Questions as to how she got over the electrified fence into this private land, and why, would wait until he'd ascertained her health. Silently, Louis covered the three paces to her prone body, and crouched beside her. Taking the edge of the blanket in his hand, he drew it back from her face.
She was aesthetically pleasing, her features small and even. From her dark-shadowed eyelids, her lashes curved long and thick and dark against the creamy pallor of her cheek. Her mouth was generous and full-lipped, her chin slightly pointed. A strong face, not a weak or a vulnerable one. There was no reason for Louis's unexpected urge to protect her, and perhaps that was what distracted him.
She was fast. Before he registered she was awake, let alone moved to react, she had sprung from the blanket, throwing a vicious punch that connected with his jaw. Then she leapt on him.
Louis rolled until she was under him, her naked body bucking furiously while her fists thudded one after the other into his palms and were held immovable. He bore her hands down to the ground on either side of her head, and when she spat at him, merely wiped the spittle off his cheek with his shoulder.
Her dark brown eyes, the shape of almonds, burned into his with animal fury. But the excitement of aggression faded fast into desperation, even fear, as she realized her helplessness. Not that she gave up. Her body twisted under him, trying to use flexibility to escape his greater weight.
Louis waited for her to work it out, patiently holding her rigid, straining hands above her head. "I won't hurt you," he said calmly. "But you have to stop struggling."
His words seemed to have the opposite effect. "Get off me, you bastard!" she snarled, increasing her efforts. "I'm warning you!"
She didn't appear to see the humour in warning an opponent who so clearly had the upper hand, so Louis refrained from smiling. However, he knew enough of her now to be suspicious when her struggles stopped abruptly.
"I warned you." Before the last word was out, her nose and mouth began to elongate and combine. Hair began to sprout on her arms, her chest, neck and face. Her body swelled beneath him, gaining in mass and strength, and suddenly he wasn't wrestling a slight if strong woman, but a huge, angry wolf.
Her jaws opened to show large, dripping teeth. Refusing to let go, Louis jerked back to avoid being bitten in the neck and instead felt her fangs sink into his shoulder. But he refused to let his pain sensors distract him. Transferring the hairy, scrabbling paws to one of his hands, he used the other to grab at the creature's head, yanking it up by the fur, and when her teeth tore loose with an agonizing snap, he wrapped his fist around her snout and held on grimly.
The wolf possessed impressive strength, but, unlike him, she was subject to tiredness and fear. Louis knew he could hold on until the wolf tired, however long it took, but in the end, it was fear that broke her. Fear that even in this form she couldn't defeat him. He read that much in her glaring, dark eyes before she again collapsed into inactivity.
As suddenly as it had appeared, the fur faded from her skin. Her body shrank, her face rearranged itself so that the snout slid out of his fingers, and again he held a naked woman captive under his body and hands.
She stared into his face, her gaze flickering fearfully from one of his eyes to the other. Her breathing came in short, hard pants, but he had no intention of shifting his weight until he'd calmed her down. Her full breasts heaved under his chest. The soft, lithe body in his arms jerked once and was still, and suddenly he had more than pain to distract him as his inconvenient sex sensors kicked in too. If she felt his cock growing rigid against her, she'd freak all over again.
But it seemed she had other things on her mind.
"You're not afraid of me," she blurted. She lay passive in his hold now, her body still and pliant. "Shit, you're not even surprised by what I just did."
"No," he agreed. "I've already said I won't hurt you. But you have to stop fighting and talk to me."
He shifted position, moving his thigh across hers, lifting his weight slightly to let her breathe as well as to remove the threat of his now rigid cock. But unexpectedly, her hips arched, following him not in aggression now but in a need that seemed entirely involuntary. It seemed she had noticed his arousal. And against all the odds was more excited than appalled.
Her panting breath had altered subtly and behind the confusion, something flared in her eyes that he recognized only too well as lust. When he didn't release her or move away, that look intensified. Her body heat rose, centering between her thighs, and she began to undulate, rubbing her naked breasts against his chest, grinding her pussy against his clothed cock. The moisture of her arousal assailed his sensors and his pleasure centers sparked.
It was a programmed reaction, designed to help him replicate human behavior, but for some reason, it occupied him as never before. Because it felt new and different. She felt new and different. And unbelievably good, writhing against him, all heat and lust. He got distracted watching her face, wanting to draw it, paint it as it was now, with her lips parted, glistening faintly as the tip of her pink tongue darted between, her dark, almond eyes warm, clouded and urgent. He wanted to see those pert breasts pushing up into his chest, take one of those pebbled nipples into his mouth and taste it. He wanted to free the rigid shaft of his cock and slide it inside her and see if that felt different too.
Though of course he couldn't. She was simply looking for another way to catch him off-guard and escape him.
But again, she surprised him. "Who wants to talk?" she said breathlessly. Her eyes smoldered. "When you can fuck?"