Feral (Wolf Ranch #3) - Renee Rose Page 0,30

Valley. I’d seen the cases, the animal hauler. I knew how they were leaving, but how were they arriving at Markle’s property? The same way? Were the cows grazing his pasture rotating cattle, brought in to hide the incoming drugs and shipped out to do the same?

I didn’t want to blow my cover by pushing things. I’d only had one date with Markle, and if I moved too fast, I’d end up in his bed or possibly dead. I wasn’t sure which was worse. I had to have patience until I had real evidence that could be used against Markle and Murrieta. To put them away for life.

I lay down in the long prairie grass to see if anything else happened, but it went dark and quiet. With my goggles, I watched a few of the guys head in the direction of the barn where I assumed there was some kind of bunk house. Markle headed to his fancy ranch house. I took off the goggles and watched lights go on and off in the house, following his path to bed. After an hour of waiting, the light in—I assumed—his bedroom went out. I gave up the watch and went back to report to Vaughn.

He’d appreciate the photos, but that wasn’t enough to bring in a team to make an arrest. I’d need more evidence than that to crack this case. When I did, I’d see Markle and Murrieta behind bars. I’d get that promotion and a new case, far from Cooper Valley, Montana. Two days ago, that was what I wanted. Now? I had no idea why I was questioning the plan.

Yeah, I did. It was a brawny cowboy with a big dick who’d proved he knew how to use it.

13

ROB

Growing up, having a wolf inside me had never been an issue. It was like having a weird friend always with you, whether it was to get you in trouble or to pull you from it. For me and Boyd and Colton, even Clint, too, it had been both. We’d also helped each other along with the good and the bad. Then we’d learned how to shift, to let our wolves out. To run.

Then our wolves had started to prod us toward finding our mate, letting it be known as a sadness, a frustration, a need. I knew how that felt. I probably had the crankiest wolf out of the four of us. Clint was now in second place. As for Boyd and Colton, they’d found their mates, and their wolves were calm. Happy. Settled. Hell, sated.

I tested the water in the shower, then stepped under the spray. I was sated. What guy wouldn’t be after what Natalie and I did the day before. I’d found my mate. My wolf had scented her and let it be known no one else would do. Then I’d gotten her beneath me. Naked. I’d gotten in her as she submitted. The only thing I hadn’t done was bite her.

After coming harder and more powerfully than I ever had in my life… and in her snug little ass no less, I should have been in bliss. Oh, I had the loose gait of a well fucked man. I also had the grin of a guy who’d dominated the hell out of a woman and satisfied her in a dark, feral way she didn’t even know she craved.

But I hadn’t bitten her.

That alone had my balls aching. My heart longing to separate the distance between us. My dick thick and hard between my thighs. I was sated of cum, but there was more. An endless supply for my mate, and I wanted to put it all in her.

I gripped my dick at the base, stroked it from root to tip, working it as I’d want Natalie to do. I thought of her mouth and how much of it she’d be able to fit into her throat. It wouldn’t be all of it, but the base, filthy side of me wanted to see just how much, to watch her eyes widen knowing she’d never get it all before she choked.

Slapping my hand against the wall, I let my head drop as I got myself off. It didn’t take long. Not last night before I went to bed. Not this time, less than an hour before she was to show up. As my cum spurted onto the tiles in long thick ropes, I knew my wolf was in charge. He’d stay that way until I dealt