Hunting Wolf: Black Mesa Wolves #3 by J.K. Harper Page A

short of the mark when compared to her awareness in wolf form. Despite that, she sniffed at the air and remembered everything she'd scented moments before.
    “Oh, that felt luxurious.” Did her voice sound like it was purring? Which would be so wrong for a wolf. But she definitely heard a silky, relaxed drawl in her tone. “I can't believe I went so long without a run. I think it's been over three months. Maybe more.”
    Caleb made a noncommittal noise in his throat. She heard the faint rustling sounds as he pulled his jeans back on. The zipper snicked up. She imagined the denim sliding along his skin, riding up the golden hairs dusting his legs. Her tongue slipped out to touch her upper lip, then gently slid along it. Her entire body felt suffused in the relaxed glow that came only from time spent as a wolf. Living purely in her body.
    A sharp inhalation from Caleb had her opening her eyes to look at him.
    The expression on his face made the blood roar through her head, then seem to pool down her body, landing directly in the suddenly aching spot between her legs.
     
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    For a world-tilting-on-its-axis moment, Caleb honestly thought he might be about to pass out. Rielle's tongue, sliding out to slowly drift over her soft lips, completely short-circuited his brain.
    Mine, his wolf/he thought.
    Deliberately, quickly before he could begin to question his actions, he strode across the small space of wild grasses to her side. Her eyes tracked his every movement, but she made no sign to stop him. Her face stayed calm and open. She actually seemed to be admiring him in a purely female manner, with none of the hesitation she'd been offering before.
    It had been so good for Rielle to run as her wolf. She was now more relaxed, more present, more grounded.
    And goddamn, was she more sexy than ever before.
    Caleb came to within a few inches of her before he stopped. Standing that close, he could smell her sweet sweat, see the perspiration that glowed on her body, giving it a healthy sheen. Her hair tumbled down, wild over her shoulders, the dark locks carelessly free. She smelled like woods, and wildflowers, and fascinating wolf, and soft, approachable woman.
    “Rielle.” He more breathed than spoke her name, letting its feminine sound flow gently from his mouth to caress her. She shivered the tiniest bit.
    He reached a hand out to her, sliding his fingers along her chin and neck, then cupping it very softly behind her head. Their mouths were literally about an inch apart. All he had to do was tilt his head toward her, just...like...this.
    Rielle's lips opened naturally under his. Soft and pliant, they moved against him with growing eagerness. Caleb felt his breath get faster, and he pulled her body against his until not even air could pass between their skin. She moaned very slightly, and in a split second he was harder than steel against her. She could feel it, she had to, but she didn't move away.
    Caleb lightly pushed her head against his, claiming her mouth with a fierce but still gentle possessiveness he hadn't known he could feel. With his other hand, he explored her back, her sides, that beautiful swell of hip that flared out and made him want to bury himself inside her, filling her until she could think of no one else but him. Her dress was slippery soft against his hand, and her every luscious body part underneath was there for his touch.
    The fact she had left off her panties when she pulled that dress over head turned him on more than the fact she'd been stark naked in front of him just seconds before that. He'd never thought clothes could be erotic—he usually preferred to get clothes out of the way as soon as possible—but knowing she'd deliberately kept herself naked beneath the tiny scrap of cloth was such a rush it sucker punched him to the point of dizziness.
    Pulling back just enough to whisper her name again, Caleb looked into her eyes. She'd closed them when his lips met hers, but opened them again,