Wolf Hills by Bianca D'Arc Page A

under the panties, finding her clit, her opening already slick with her juices. He rubbed and her knees buckled but he was there to catch her. He placed her on the wide couch which was luckily only a foot or two away.
    “Sally?” he asked again, wanting her answer in words, not just a physical surrender.
    “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. Besides, I owe you for this afternoon.”
    Well, that was good enough for him. He pulled her jeans and panties downward, pausing only when he encountered the difficulty of her shoes. Damn. He’d been too eager to notice he was going to have to stop to get those things off first.
    She sat up and helped him, tackling one foot while he handled the other. She giggled and suddenly he didn’t feel so clumsy. She made even a tense moment like this fun. What a woman.
    She removed her jacket and shoulder holster and gave them to him. He placed the gun, still in its holster, on the end table off to one side. The handcuffs in the pocket of her jacket rattled a bit when he folded it and set it down. He took a moment to place his own ankle holster, with the Magnum in it, alongside hers. They made short work of her footwear.
    She then removed her shirt, leaving the bra for him to handle. No way was he leaving her in it this time, though having her slightly immobilized had been fun this afternoon. He hadn’t expected her playfulness but liked it. More than he probably should have considering she was mostly human.
    But she smelled like his mate. The conundrum had kept him up half the night, thinking, until he finally decided not to think at all and just go with it. The future would take care of itself somehow.
    Jason kicked off his boots and slid his jeans down slowly, enjoying the way she licked her lips when she saw him for the first time. No doubt about it, Sally was more than interested in his body. He liked that she didn’t hide her appreciation and he hoped she’d be appreciating him in the flesh, so to speak, real soon. But he wouldn’t push her. Not anymore than he already had. She had to come to him. She was an Alpha bitch, after all, even if she was only a tiny bit wolf.
    When two Alphas mated, fur could fly if one tried too hard to dominate the other. His father had always said it was important to let the woman have the upper hand in sex once in a while when dealing with an Alpha female. Jason hadn’t been with any true Alpha bitches—only a handful of younger women with the potential to be Alphas. They hadn’t known their own inner strength yet and he’d been able to dominate them easily.
    He didn’t think he’d have as easy a time with this woman. He’d seen the way she handled herself in the woods with those hunters. He’d seen her glee in a situation that would have sent most women running for cover. Sally knew exactly who she was and what she was capable of. She knew her inner core of strength and had been tested many times in her dangerous job. She was a woman worthy of the title Alpha, whether she could shift form or not. She’d earned it. And she lived it every day.
    Jason admired her. That was something new. There were few people in this world he could truly say he admired, but Sally Decker was most definitely one of them. And there she was, lying almost naked on his office couch.
    It wasn’t the best place for seduction, but he’d tried to plan something idyllic and fate had led them here instead. He needed her too badly to wait any longer. If their first time had to be in less than a perfect setting, he promised himself he’d make it up to her later. Setting could be controlled. Passion couldn’t. At least not this kind of passion between two mature Alphas.
    She might not understand what that meant, but he certainly did. A mating of equals. Something he’d never experienced before, though he had looked for it all his life. He’d seen the example of his parents, before all hell had broken loose within the Pack. He remembered how it could be when