Wolf and Prejudice (The Alaska Princesses Trilogy, Book 2) by Theodora Taylor Page A

damnedest to bring her human back, so he could mate with her, all of her, not just her wolf.
    Three days. And now the palpable regret he saw in her eyes cut him to the bone. “Alisha—”
    She slapped him across the face with all her wolf strength, cracking his head to the side.
    Rafe shook it off. “Alisha—”
    She tried to slap him again. But this time he caught her wrist in mid-air.
    “Is this really how you want to start off our mateship?” he asked her.
    Alisha’s arm went weak, and she averted her eyes from his, despite the fact that they could both feel her pussy rhythmically clamping down on his knot. “Get off me,” she whispered. Then she nearly broke his heart when she added a soft, “Please.”
    “I would if I could,” he answered, releasing her hand and stroking her short hair. “But we both know I can’t.”
    As if to back up what he was saying, her pussy clenched around him particularly hard, making her gasp out.
    “That’s me?” she said, her eyes filling with horrified wonder.
    “That’s you,” he confirmed. “I can try moving to make you more comfortable, but that will probably make you come again. You’re, ah… sensitive when it comes to my knot.”
    “Oh.” Her face was a study in painful embarrassment, and he imagined if she had been as light as her older sister, he’d be able to see red in her cheeks as she mumbled, “Okay, then… don’t move, I guess.”
    So they lay there like that, awkward, neither looking at the other, until thirty-five minutes later when his knot spurted out the last of his seed and she released him with a slick wet sound.
    “Alisha,” he started, but she pushed him away, her hands slapping against his chest, until he raised up and let her out from under him.
    Then she ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
     
     
    SOME SHE-WOLVES HATED WHAT THEY WERE. Both Chloe and Janelle, had pushed their wolves down, preferring their human aspects in every way. Chloe could barely hurt a fly, and she suspected her friend would have been a vegetarian if other wolves hadn’t been there to do the animal killing for her. And Janelle found her wolf so appalling, she'd been changing by herself in a cage since she was twelve, for fear of the embarrassing things she might do in wolf form.
    But Alisha had never been like that. She loved changing out in the wild, and had been more than willing to kill a chicken for Chloe in order to get the treat of one of her fabulous home-cooked meals. A lot of shifters thought intelligence was a sign that you didn’t have teeth. But it had been her wolf that had helped her go against her genteel upbringing and follow her curious heart into academia. It had been her wolf who hadn’t backed down in the face of extreme sexism, and it had been her fierce wolf who had always allowed her to speak her mind, to stand up for herself and other she-wolves as well.
    But it had also been her wolf who agreed to mate with Rafe, and her wolf who had just spent what might have been days fucking him like a nymphomaniac.
    The days were shortest in Juneau during the month of December, and the sun had already set outside her bathroom window. But Alisha, who was sitting naked inside an empty bathtub with her knees hugged to her chest, couldn’t bring herself to get up and turn on the light. Images of what she’d done bombarded her like gut punches, downloading from her unconscious memory into her present mind. She’d sucked Rafe’s cock, not to pleasure him, but to get him hard, so he could pleasure her. She’d all but accosted him in the kitchen. And after that, he’d taken to telling her she had to eat before he would agree to mate with her, because apparently that had been all she wanted to do. Mate with him. More than she wanted to eat or sleep. And the reason he had begun taking her in missionary? Because it had made it easier to hold her down and keep her from compulsively climaxing on his knot.
    Just a few days ago, Alisha had