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  These males might not know it, but they were in fact giving her a gift. For the first time since witnessing the horrific death of so many lunewulf she’d run with since birth, a distraction this intense would help cover the thick smell of sadness that had loomed around her for too many days now. Mariah let that be the reason. It sure smelled better than because she wanted this male.

  And damn, she was turned-on by all of that muscle and carnal lust oozing from him.

  She realized her eyes were closed and opened them, the side of her neck and shoulder damp from him licking her. Don’t think I can’t outrun you.

  I’ll catch you…again. His large head bumped against her then he stepped closer, pushing his large body alongside hers.

  Mariah quickstepped to prevent from falling on her side. He pressed into her again, and this time she did lose her balance. Instead of landing on her side, she sat and let out a sharp bark.

  If this happens, I call the shots.

  The large Cariboo lunewulf was damn near on top of her. Mariah felt heat radiating off his body. She swore if she focused she would see steam lifting off his coat in the cold air. But all she saw when she looked up was the male’s body as he started a lazy stroll around her. She turned her head, unwilling to let him out of her sight. Her heart did a triple beat when he grinned broadly at her.

  Patronize me and I swear I’ll humiliate that male pride of yours when I outrun your ass, she snarled.

  He was behind her and walked over her. Mariah was crushed to the ground. Then he tugged on the fur at the back of her neck. The male didn’t bite down hard enough to paralyze her, but he came real close to biting down on the nerves that mothers bit on to control their cubs and carry them where they needed them to be.

  Hell would freeze over before this male would force her submission and treat her like a helpless cub. She spun over, feeling his teeth scrape into her flesh as she did. The sensations that rippled over her body from his sharp teeth raking her skin numbed her mind. And caused her insides to flip-flop with desire stronger than she’d ever experienced before. The smell of lust was so thick it probably dripped in the air, if she could just focus well enough to see it.

  So he knew she wanted him. He was going to fuck her on her terms and not bulldoze her like a brute.

  Oh crap! she howled when suddenly she was on her back.

  The Cariboo lowered his head, using his chin to press against her belly. His front paws were on either side of her body. Mariah looked down her body at his intense expression. He never quit looking at her as he lowered his head until his hot breath scoured her pussy.

  Mariah wasn’t sure if she raised her hips off the ground, but the moment his tongue dipped into her heat, fire erupted throughout her so hot it scalded her from deep in her womb all the way to her brain. An array of colors enflamed before her eyes. Her pussy swelled and cream coated her inner thighs. Her incredibly large male, with his rough, non-sophisticated ways, paid meticulous attention to her body as his tongue performed magic. No one would ever have made her believe any male had skills this good.

  Her Cariboo lunewulf pushed her to the edge within minutes. Her soaked heat was ready to explode and burn her alive. The smell of their desire created an intoxicating scent that she breathed in and craved more with each breath.

  You’re going to come so hard for me, he rumbled against her trembling pussy.

  Mariah blinked and tried to focus on him. She wanted to see what he was doing. Her craving to come was too strong.

  The moment new smells intruded upon her and her Cariboo’s mixture of lust, Mariah exploded and came so hard she almost flew off the ground. Strong paws pinned her to the ground.

  Oh my God! Her orgasm tore through her body.

  Her Cariboo adjusted his large frame with ease she might have wanted to see had she not been floating and coming again and again. Mariah barely came down from an incredibly erotic experience when the male impaled her. At the same time, a warm tongue stroked her oversensitive flesh.

  There were more paws around her, holding her in place. Hot breath scorched her flesh. Sharp teeth nipped at her skin.

  Mariah was out of her head. Lust so thick it could be sliced easily with a knife hung in thick layers in the air over her. She came again when his thick, long cock thrust deep inside her.

  In spite of her insistence that she howled how their fucking would occur, Mariah didn’t mind when he flipped her over. Once again long teeth nipped at her flesh. Hard bodies pressed against either side of her body. The new smell in the air was now a warm shower of lust created by three powerful males and her.

  Her fantasies of more than one male drooling over her, wanting her so badly she smelled their orgasm before they came, dimmed in comparison to what she was experiencing now. Her large male impaled her pussy, pushing deeper with each thrust. She howled and a gentle tongue stroked the side of her face. She stumbled forward when her male increased the momentum and another male braced her by standing in front of her.

  The second her Cariboo swelled inside her, two tongues began licking the sides of her face and along her neck. The other two were alongside her. Her male mounted her from behind. Her male locked inside her and came, growling fiercely over her.

  When he pulled out, the second male glided inside her. Her pussy was so hot, throbbing from incredible sex, and she was being fucked again. It was incredible. Nothing had ever smelled better. Each thrust was hotter than before. Mariah wasn’t sure she could handle all three, but her body took the third one as eagerly as the second. They all held their own unique scent. Mariah’s sex-filled aroma combined with the second male…then the third. She’d never smelled anything better.

  When it was over, she lay there, basking in the most incredible sexual experience she’d ever had. Darkness settled in around her and a small part of her brain told her she needed to return to her pack. There weren’t a lot of them but possibly she would be missed.

  Finally, Mariah stood and walked from the scene from where she’d fucked three Cariboo lunewulf. As she descended the mountain, the smell of her over-sized Cariboo male wrapped around her. Mariah glanced over her shoulder. She searched the darkness, taking in each shape until identifying it as a tree or boulder. No matter where she looked she didn’t see the male who had first fucked her.

  His scent continued with her until she reached the fast-flowing river where she’d caught the two fish. Mariah walked toward it then dived into the icy water and washed all proof from her body of the most incredible sex she’d ever had. When she got out, shaking hard from the cold, the smell of her large Cariboo was gone.

  Chapter Two

  Four days later, Mariah and her pack stopped again. There was a different smell in the air tonight. Each time they’d quit running before, they’d remained in their fur, taking time to change into their flesh and remove the clothes they had bound around their necks and wash them in whatever stream might be close by. Tonight, however, her pack changed into their flesh and stayed that way. They had arrived just outside Prince George, a town where a large lunewulf pack had agreed to allow Mariah and the other survivors from Whitehorse to settle and build new dens. Their exodus had come to an end.

  Mariah changed into her flesh just as two single males rushed across the field. She spun around, her instincts still on high. They weren’t as strong in her human form. However, sniffing the air got her a nose full of surrounding emotions from members of her new pack. Arthur Fullest hadn’t yet buttoned his jeans and his feet were bare as he ran toward Michael Ragston.

  “I can smell the blood lust.” Farah Berg curled her toes and grinned, her teeth still elongated and pressing against her lips. “The males will be eager to fuck tonight,” she whispered.

  Mariah finished yanking her tank top right side out before pulling it over her head. Marcy Engel, Mariah’s cousin on her sire’s side, shoved long strands of blonde hair behind her damp shoulder and looked at Mariah. Her cousin was just eighteen, almost ready to run with the grown lunewulf.
With their lives changing so drastically, there probably wouldn’t be an induction into adulthood for her cousin.

  Normally Marcy’s sire and mother would run with her to the group of males and females who were unmated. The pack would all be there to watch as the young female left her litter and broke into a run with the rest of those unmated in their pack. However, all of them had run together for over a week, and Marcy would join whichever group she wished. There was no one to present her to the world as a single female ready to mate.

  “Do we get males?” she mouthed.

  A couple of weeks ago Marcy never would have dared ask such a question. There wasn’t a male in their new pack good enough for Marcy. Mariah didn’t see any males around her she would sniff after. None of them would satisfy her.

  Being in her fur for so long had been invigorating. Fucking the three Cariboo lunewulf was an experience she would never forget. Part of her wished she would see her Cariboo male again. His intense silver eyes still burned in her brain. She could close her eyes and feel him buried deep inside her.

  She needed to get him out of her head. Worse yet, she needed to quit getting wet every time she thought of him. Marcy might believe the desire she smelled on Mariah was simply anticipation of invigorated males after their fighting. The thought of taking on any of the males around her after they’d attacked every other male they could in an effort to lay claim to the title of pack leader did little for her.

  But it was the process in creating their new pack. Mariah was as anxious as everyone else to claim hunting ground and finally have a den to call her own. They’d been in this valley surrounded by the Canadian Rockies for only a few hours when the handful of lunewulf, who’d been sent into Prince George had returned howling the good news.

  All of them were in their flesh now. Happiness, lust and excitement charged the night air as males and females of different ages began to form a misshapen circle. Mariah walked a short distance through the litters and stopped when she found a place where she could see the fighting everyone else was watching.

  Arthur raked thick, slightly changed fingernails across Michael’s bare chest. The male howled in pain and fought to regain control of the fight. Arthur punctured flesh and dark red blood smeared down Michael’s front. The male jerked around, twisting his torso and struggling to get Arthur off his back. Arthur was more muscular but he didn’t have shit for brains. Mariah hadn’t realized either of them had escaped the fire. Neither of them had ever smelled that compelling. She watched, mildly interested until the smell of warm, fresh blood tickled her senses.

  Instead of it forcing her attention to the fight, it sparked her insides to life and she imagined running back through the mountains until she found her Cariboo male. It had been tough leaving that next morning, several mornings ago, which had made her smell foolish. Fortunately everyone around her had been busy preparing for the day’s run and had given her little attention. It was possibly the only advantage to being in a pack where she barely knew anyone. Everyone she used to run with every night was dead. But when they were alive, Mariah and her friends would howl about the males and females who would casually fuck someone without caring how they smelled. At least she’d leapt deep into the incredibly cold mountain river to wash and rid herself of the three males’ scents.

  Although sometimes she swore she still smelled her Cariboo lunewulf. No one commented, so she was safe. If any of these strangers had smelled a male on her, they would have questioned if she were mated. Once they sniffed out the truth, they would howl to each other about it and her reputation would be tarnished. All single males with no scruples would chase after her, thinking she would lift her tail for anyone.

  There was always howling of male and female lunewulf fucking other lunewulf without intentions of sniffing them out again. Their laws and traditions might be to the letter and antiquated, but that had never stopped the promiscuity. Maybe not all but some single males and females ignored the law stating once a male and female had sex together in their fur, they were mated for life.

  I can smell him even now, she caught herself growling under her breath.

  It was true though. Their traditions mentioned that if a male and female had sex, and they loved each other, their scent would never wash off the other. Well, she certainly didn’t love this Cariboo male. Hell, she didn’t even know his name. Mariah understood why his scent lingered ever so slightly on her. It was because she kept thinking about him. The other two males’ scents were no longer on her. As erotic as it had been having three males fuck her, only one of them had truly captured her attention.

  Mariah caught herself staring at the mountains to the north from where they’d run. She returned her attention to the fight when Arthur grabbed Michael’s arm, pulling until it snapped free from the socket.

  “Owww,” Michael wailed, his voice sounding inhuman when his body fought to defend itself by taking on its more powerful form.

  Mariah had grown up with these two males, and although they were all of age now, neither appealed to her. The fighting would continue though. Their pack needed a leader, and until one was selected, many of them would seriously hurt each other and some might die. Lunewulf had accelerated metabolisms, though, and healed quickly. There was always the chance a neck would be broken, in which case the lunewulf would die. No lunewulf could recover from a broken neck.

  Two other males broke out fighting nearby, and Mariah leapt out of the way, along with those around her. The males attacked with the speed their breed was known for as they snarled and growled fiercely at each other.

  “At this rate, all the males will kill each other and we’ll have a female pack leader,” someone said behind her, and several females broke out laughing.

  “We might as well eat the kill at the fires. I’d hate to sniff out a male and have him attacked or possibly killed,” another female said seriously.

  The group around her thinned out as they all left the circle and started the walk around it to the large fires burning at the other edge of the clearing.

  “It would seriously suck if all the males killed each other,” Marcy whispered, smelling amused when she stopped next to Mariah. Her attention remained on the males fighting.

  Mariah instantly smelled her cousin’s interest in the fight. “And what if he won all the fights?” Mariah teased, nudging her cousin. “Wouldn’t you want to be queen bitch?”

  “No,” Marcy said immediately under her breath.

  Mariah laughed and glanced across the meadow. These lunewulf would become her pack. They would learn to hunt together, protect each other, learn each others’ secrets and laugh and mourn together. It would take time, but before any of them knew it, they would run as one, the way a pack should. And they would be molded into a tight pack by a good, powerful pack leader. Whoever became their new leader would have his work cut out for him. Already Mariah guessed that along with strength he would have to be merciless. She just prayed he wouldn’t be a dictator. Mariah had heard of werewolves running from packs with cruel leaders.

  The smell of raw meat slowly cooking from deer a few of them had captured after the pack settled in the meadow tickled Mariah’s nose. It was as pointless watching the fights right now as it was staring at the northern mountain range. The males who might actually be candidates for their new leader wouldn’t come forward until the weaker males were eliminated or bellied up. And the male who had captivated her for an evening would now be a memory to enjoy.

  “Let’s go eat,” she suggested, and Marcy smiled and turned to walk with Mariah around the circle.

  Keeping a hold on her cousin’s hand, she worked their way toward the cooking meat. She paused when the lunewulf in front of her paused. Mariah smelled their distaste and annoyance and looked around them for the cause of it.

  “Where did he come from?” a stout older male, who looked vaguely familiar, huffed.

  “Don’t worry. We won’t share our kill with their kind,” a female, not much older than Mariah announced.
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  Tiny hairs sprang to life down Mariah’s spine. She searched the meadow around them, anxious to see who they were growling about. Her curiosity piqued from the smell of the male’s and female’s annoyance. Who would they question being in the meadow their small pack had just claimed? Who would be denied their kill?

  Cariboo!

  There could be other answers, but that one popped into her head first. The Cariboo lunewulf were viewed as barbaric by lunewulf. At some point way back in history, a lunewulf somewhere apparently bred with a werewolf who was much larger, wilder and incapable of following their laws and traditions. Cariboo lunewulf were troublemakers, disrespectful and best kept away from any respectable lunewulf pack.

  The male who chased me didn’t rape me. He had climbed off her when Mariah fought to stand before they’d fucked. He had waited until he knew her desire to fuck him smelled as strong as his did for her.

  “I’m sure it’s nothing,” Marcy comforted, misunderstanding the low growl that rose in Mariah’s throat. “Possibly a male or female from another pack we don’t know who’s been shunned or something.”

  Mariah shrugged then gave Marcy a discreet nod. “I don’t see anyone.” Mariah kept her voice low so the male and female in front of her wouldn’t overhear.

  “Let’s cut over this way,” Marcy whispered, grabbing Mariah’s arm.

  Mariah tripped over her feet as Marcy dragged her around the upset lunewulfs. She searched the meadow where they stood a moment before, desperate to see her Cariboo male.

  “What’s wrong?” Marcy asked once they were close to the fires. She sniffed the air. “Why do you smell like that?”