Savage (Wolf Ranch #4) - Renee Rose Page 0,4

didn’t matter because I was banging the thoughts right out of her head. Her cries matched mine, and I had no doubt anyone in the hall would know what was going on in here. Her tight pussy squeezed my dick like a glove, pulsing and milking it for its cum. And there was a lot of it to fill the condom. I gave her all I had and didn’t let up until my balls were fucking empty.

“Oh fates, that was good,” I managed to say as my vision began to clear. I could barely catch my breath as I set her back on her feet.

The little human smiled up at me. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes all hazy, and my dick started to harden all over again knowing I’d made her look that way. “It sure was.”

I eased out, tossed the condom into the trash then tucked myself away and pulled up my pants as she fixed her panties and slid her skirt back down. I’d barely seen any of her, and I wanted another round, but the next time I’d have her naked. She adjusted her top, smoothed her hair down. She might look put back together, but anyone out there would know she’d just been well satisfied.

That made me feel like a million, very cocky, bucks. I wanted to give her that glow again. And again, which had me suddenly remembered why I didn’t make a habit of randomly screwing humans.

They had feelings. I couldn’t exactly enter a relationship with one when I was holding out for my true mate. No matter how hot a fuck that had been, she wasn’t my mate. And I may never have one.

Shit.

I sure as hell hoped Becky didn’t get hurt by this.

“You need a ride home?” I asked. “A bottle of water?”

Things suddenly got awkward.

“No.” Becky breezed past me and unlocked the door. “I came in the limo, remember?” She glanced over her shoulder and offered me a smile. She was reassuring me. “Don’t get weird about this, okay? We hooked up. We both enjoyed it. End of story.”

“Right.” I caught up and dropped a hand to her hip to escort her out. “I definitely enjoyed it.” The top of my head had pretty much blown off. I opened the door, the sounds of reality crashing around us again.

I enjoyed it way more than I should have. My dick wanted more of that hot pussy, that was for damn sure. Which meant I definitely needed to steer clear of Becky and the temptation she presented. Because my mom raised me better than to toy with the emotions of random females, even if she sure seemed fine with a hot quickie.

2

CLINT

Four months later

I sat on the edge of the motel bed to clean my gun and place the silver bullets in the chamber. There weren’t many Shifter Council enforcers, and we varied as much as the geography of the packs we were from. There were some enforcers who killed in shifter form. I preferred remaining in human form, the silver bullet from a gun my method of pack justice. I had no idea why—it just felt more civilized.

That didn’t mean I hadn’t killed with my bare hands. Or teeth.

I had.

But I hoped today I’d be able to use the bullet and keep justice as swift and painless as possible.

I holstered the gun under my arm and pulled a down jacket over my t-shirt to cover it. The moment I stepped outside the wind howled in my ears. Wyoming was fucking windy in November. Hell, Wyoming was fucking windy all the time, in my experience. November might still technically be fall, but it was cold as fuck and would stay that way until at least March.

This wasn’t my favorite place to be. I’d been tracking Jarod Jameson, the rogue shifter who was the infamous convenience store killer, across the state for twelve days now.

Unfortunately, I failed to stop him before he’d struck again last night in Gillette. Another convenience store worker had had his throat ripped out. The register had been emptied. The FBI were involved because the spree had crossed state lines, and I needed to put a lid on this thing ASAP.

The agency didn’t know shit about shifters, and Jameson needed to be punished by shifter means. To be put down, so he wasn’t a threat to the shifter way. To humans.

Late last night, I’d slipped into the scene of the crime in wolf form to scent the place. I