Instinctive - By Cathryn Fox Page 0,49

head before he met up with the other guides. The last thing he wanted to do at the meeting was to react with emotion.

He stepped into the bathroom, turned on the spray and climbed in, all the while worrying about the emergency meeting. He’d heard the rumblings around town, folks fearful of the outsider and all her prying. Slyck fully expected that tonight’s meeting would end with her future decided—with straws drawn to decide who would claim her. And by God, he had to win. It suddenly occurred to him that if he did, that could solve all their problems, but if he didn’t . . .

He quickly brushed that thought aside. The consequences were too horrible to consider. He couldn’t lose.

He wouldn’t lose.

Jaclyn was his—no one would ever take her from him. The thought of her had his cock swelling, and his lust-drunk mind reminiscing about how her sweet body had rocked sensuously against his, how she had felt so right in his arms.

An invisible band tightened around his chest. Even though he’d spent his whole life waiting for her, he certainly wasn’t prepared for the emotions she pulled from him.

Slyck knew the only way he’d be able to keep his thoughts off Jaclyn and focused during the impending meeting was to release the pent-up tension inside him. With that last thought in mind, he pictured Jaclyn’s gorgeous plump lips wrapped around his hard shaft and let his hand drift downward. A low groan crawled out of his throat as one large palm closed over his throbbing appendage.

“Goddamn it,” he bit out and threw his head back.

As the needlelike spray hit his body, he closed his eyes, letting his imagination take him to the depth of his desires while his fingers worked overtime to take the edge off. Erotic visions of Jaclyn standing before him, his for the taking, rushed through his mind as he stroked his length.

As he recalled the taste of her sweet nectar, he stroked faster, his lips tingling, his mouth aching to press against her beautiful cunt until she cried out his name in heavenly bliss.

“Jesus,” he whispered under his breath, as he remembered her clit hardening in his mouth, the way it felt against his hungry tongue, the ease with which he could bring her to climax.

Senses exploding, he dragged in air. With his orgasm merely a few strokes away, his hands began to work harder over his engorged dick. He began shaking, trembling, and panting. When his dick began to pulse, crying out for release, he swallowed. Hard.

He squeezed his eyes shut, picturing Jaclyn’s tight, creamy sex muscles gripping his rock-hard cock as he pumped in and out of her welcoming pussy.

“Fuck . . .” he groaned out loud as pressure mounted inside him. He cupped his sack and stroked his dick faster. With his cock thickening to the point of no return, he bit down on his bottom lip, his brain no longer functioning.

He grunted something incoherent, stroked once more, and stilled his movements. A second later, he shot hot come into the cool spray and gave a low growl of contentment.

Hands falling to his sides, he worked to regulate his breathing. A long while later, cock flaccid, he washed up and prepared for the night ahead.

Less than an hour later he walked out into the star-studded night and made his way down Main Street. As he climbed the steps back into the hall, a sense of foreboding overcame him, making his skin tighten and crawl. Putting on his best hard-assed face, he entered and made his way to his chair. As soon as all the seats were filled, and everyone was accounted for, Harmony began the meeting.

“I’m sure you all know why I called this meeting.”

After a round of nods, she opened the floor for discussion. “What is the consensus?”

“I say we change her,” Vall said, placing his big, beefy paws on the table. “My pack is furious after she tried to feed chocolate to one of the pups. Christ, the amount of theobromine in one of those small chocolates could have taken a grown wolf like me out. What’s she going to divvy out next, Tylenol?”

“And let’s face it, after her party, and the way we treated her, she’s still here and ever determined to make friends,” Quinn volunteered, his dark eyes flashing in anticipation at the chance of acquiring a new pack member.

“I think you all know my thoughts,” Devon offered, giving them a devilish grin, his yellow demon