Wolf Hills by Bianca D'Arc Page B

two people shared their lives equally. He wanted that. Had always wanted it. He only regretted his parents hadn’t lived long enough to see him find it.
    Although, he wasn’t sure what they would have said about a human mate for their son. They’d been so proud of their shifter heritage. They’d been almost snobbish about it, never mixing with humans unless they had to. Oh, they didn’t despise humans the way some of the old ones did, but they had little use for them, preferring to stay within the Pack for most of their lives.
    Jason was different. His worldview had been altered during the clan war that had killed his parents. He’d seen the future and knew that things had to change. Shifters had to be tolerant of those who seemed weaker. In the years since he’d taken control of the Pack, he’d learned many things. Among them was the fact that those weaker humans had somehow managed to foment the unrest that had caused the clan war in the first place.
    But how could he be thinking of things like that at a time like this? He had the most luscious woman he’d ever met, spread out, naked on his couch. Her scent washed over him like a drug. She wore only that lovely, lacy bra. Her pussy wept for him. Her heat called to him. Daring him to take her, to make her his in the most basic way.
    With a growl, he tore his shirt off over his head and joined her. He’d had the couch built long and wide for those nights when Pack business kept him in his office ‘til all hours and he could only catch quick naps between crises.
    This would be the first time he’d put it to such pleasurable use. He couldn’t wait.
    Sally made room for him as he lay on one hip beside her. She was up against the back of the couch while he took up the rest of the cushion. It was a tight squeeze, but he wanted to give her pleasure before he sought his own. Crowding her also satisfied his wolf on some basic level. He was so much bigger than she was, it felt good to curl her into him, to surround her with his protective presence. The wolf rumbled low in his chest.
    Sally’s fingers covered his heart. “I like it when you do that,” she whispered.
    “Oh, baby. You haven’t even heard me growl yet.”
    He promised her things with his eyes but he couldn’t be sure she fully understood. She hadn’t been born into shifter society. Who knew what she expected? He only hoped she was ready for him. He’d do his best to temper his animal instincts, but there was only so much holding back he could do.
    “I look forward to it.” Her fingers traced patterns down his chest and it was his turn to shiver.
    “Do you?” He stilled her hand, covering it with his own. “Things might get a little rough.”
    She tugged her hand free and placed one finger over his lips, her smile still in place.
    “I can defend myself, even against you, big boy. Do your worst.”
    He wasn’t completely convinced of her ability to fight him off, if she felt the need, but he would be as gentle as possible. He’d watch her to see how far he could let himself go. If she responded well, he’d push her a little farther, then farther still. Judging by her earlier climaxes, she could handle more than he’d imagined when he’d first met her. He’d been imagining her beneath him almost from the first moment he caught her scent. It was his fondest dream that she could take him all the way—that he wouldn’t have to hold back. Time would tell and urgency was riding him.
    “Hang on for the ride of your life, Detective.”
    “Promises, promises,” she teased, but he knew it was a challenge. One he would gladly accept.
    Jason climbed over her, making more room on the seat of the couch. She slid over so that she lay squarely under him. He insinuated one knee between hers and she eagerly spread her legs. Damn. He liked the way she joined in and took charge.
    “This has got to go.” He supported his weight on one arm and used one hand to trace the strap of her bra.
    “It closes in