Cougar

COUGAR

By

Skhye Moncrief





© copyright by Skhye Moncrief, June 2011
Cover Art by Eliza Black, June 2011
ISBN 978-1-60394-501-1
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.





Find mine.
Stupid Cougar, Sierra thought.
If Jackal would just come home, the damned Cougar would leave me alone.
Faint growls seeped through the lodge’s curved wall.
Mine.
The door rattled on in its frame.
Mine!
Was he out there? My Jackal? Angered beyond calming down from the euphoria?
I should have obeyed him.
Now he was pissed beyond measure.
If the Guardian was even Jackal.
Talk about being shit out of luck. I’d gone from living in isolation, to being forced into mating, to pissing off my Shifter so much he couldn’t tame his Wolf. Hell, I had to know who growled outside my door. I shoved my bare feet to the cool earth and crossed the space to the slab of wood separating me from the werewolf standing in the moonlight.
What the hell? Life was a joke these days anyway. I shoved the bar of wood up and pulled the door inward.
A fully-furred Shifter filled the doorframe, staring at me. Absolutely nude save for his dark burly coat and enormous erection.
“Jackal?”
He gurgled a growl and moved faster than lightning.
The wall stopped my shoulders where he pinned me against the hard gnawing surface. He stared me in the eye with those yellow eyes.
Forget compassion. Intent glinted in those golden orbs.
The door slapped shut with a clap.
At least nobody would witness my end. What was next? “Jackal?”
He roared.
I dared not breathe or utter another word with the massive werewolf’s pointed teeth hovering inches from my face. The beast had to be Jackal. Or he would have already taken what he wanted. Savagely. If I didn’t act fast, no telling what he might do. That wolf-like muzzle had some wicked teeth I just didn’t want ripping into me. I lifted a hand to drape his shoulder and petted down his furred arm. “It’s alright, baby. Let me help you calm down.”
He gurgled off a crackling snarl, sliding his gaze to my palm and back to me.
“It’s alright. I’m right here.” I pressed the back of my hand to his cheek and rubbed thick wiry fur.
He shoved me a fraction of an inch deeper into the hard wall and buried his muzzle against my neck to lick my skin with intoxicating friction.
Way too nice.
Need shivered through me.
My nipples pearled as I squirmed against the amazing texture of his bristly fur.
Only a fool would encourage a Shifter in Wolfskin to take what he wanted. But the man was too damned keyed up to think clearly enough to put me down. I’d have to suck him off to get him to relax. “Put me down, baby. Let me have your cock.”
He practically purred, letting me slide down to lodge upon his bent thigh where his enormous iron erection jabbed into my belly.
If he’d wanted me to carry through on my promise, he wouldn’t have held me against the wall though. What was he up to?
He grabbed my shirt with both somewhat-human paws and ripped it down the front with an abrupt jerk.
Clothes aren’t cheap. “Jackal!”
A shadow danced in his luminous eyes.
He hauled me up by the armpits and tossed me on the soft bouncing bed where he ripped off my pants the same way he removed my shirt.
“Dammit, Jackal! It’s not easy finding clothes that fit.”