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  Perhaps now she could run?

  Without stopping to give it any other thought, she plunged nude into the night, sprinting to get away.

  CHAPTER 4

  The night surrounded her, well lit by the full moon. It made it easy for her to sprint into the fields, moving as quickly as her strong legs could let her.

  It was not enough. Howls began after she'd gotten only a few yards from her home. She ignored them, plunging through the trees and deeper into the forest.

  It was not that she wasn't attracted to the Wolf King. She'd never seen a man nude before, and from everything she could tell, he was glorious. But she would not have her destiny decided for her!

  Besides, the all out running, pushing every muscle to it's limits, was exhilarating. She plunged out of the trees and into another field, allowing her to run as quickly as her legs would allow. She'd never felt more alive! She was nude, being chased by wolves, and yet she'd never felt more free.

  The wolves were closing in. She knew they would. They were far faster than she, after all. After meeting the wolf king, her fear of the wolves had faded. He would keep them from harming her.

  The first reached her, nipping at her heels. She found another store of energy, propelling her forward. A second leaped on top of her from behind, his weight making her lose her balance and force her to the ground.

  Her glorious run had ended.

  A low growl emanated from the throat of the wolf on top of her. The one that had been nipping at her heels joined in, moving to the side. A third approached from the front, his teeth bared and dripping saliva. His face was bloody, she had to assume he was the one she had hit earlier with her shotgun.

  She tried to turn, but the weight of the one who'd brought her down kept her pinned. The one in front began to bark at her, while the other two growled.

  Fear shot down her spine. Had she been wrong? Had her would-be mate truly not been able to control these creatures? Had she run from a simple sexual encounter only to be eaten by these wild creatures?

  Another growl sounded from behind, and the wolf's attention left her face. He bowed his head submissively, and began to back away from Emma. Suddenly she felt the weight of the other wolf leave her back. She was free to turn around, then.

  Above her, like some sort of pagan god, stood the Wolf King. His ample muscles glistened in the moonlight, his long gray hair poured down his back. His eyes, wolf eyes, stared at her with fury and lust. Below, his rod glistened, long, thick, and ready.

  “I will assume you did not understand what a chase means to a man or a wolf,” he began, his deep voice penetrating to the very recesses of her brain. “My intent was to allow you more time to become accustomed to being mine before taking you. But when you run....” he trailed off, his eyes leaving hers and slowly running down her nude, curvaceous body.

  A squeak of fear and excitement escaped her lips. She had not known. Only now did she understand her own deep desire to be taken, to be conquered, to truly belong to a man. Her lower extremities radiated heat, flushed in her need.

  With deliberate slowness, he knelt before her. He used his clawed hands to slowly pull her legs apart in front of him. Except for another small squeak, she made no sound of protest.

  He slowly ran a claw from her outer to inner thigh, trailing all the way up to her most sensitive area. When he finally found those inner folds and began to massage them, relaxation flooded through her entire body. Never before had those parts been used for pleasure. She sensed they could be, but still...

  “You cannot escape me, my mate. My pack will always find you. You are mine. And you must suffer your punishment.” He let that dangerous claw part her lips, further, massaging her most delicate, intimate of places. She sunk back to the ground, her eyes fluttering, trying to take it all in.

  “But it need not all be horrible, as this will be the rest of your life,” he continued, and slowly lowered his own head down between her legs.

  When his long tongue parted and began to do as the claws had done before, she was astonished. She tried to protest, to explain that this was not how sex worked, but the pleasure closed her mouth and mind. Nothing had felt so beautiful in her entire life.

  He lifted her hips in the air, holding them tightly by his clawed fingers. He maneuvered her body so that he could stay, kneeling, his long tongue exploring her intimate areas, while her body was lifted from the ground, supported in his touch. But he continued, probing, tasting, stimulating.

  She didn't understand what happened. Suddenly, her body shook violently, and her eyes glazed white. Her ears stopped up, and all she could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat. Her thighs trembled, and a wave of incredible pleasure shot through her body.

  She struggled, it was too much, too sensitive. But he did not seem satisfied with one. Again he let his tongue bring her over, and another time, until just the bare touch of him against her skin was enough to leave her shuddering.

  When finally he lowered her quivering body to the ground, he grasped himself and slowly ran his hand down his length. “You see? It is not so horrible,” he began, as he repositioned her incredibly willing body.

  “However, my mate, this will hurt.”

  She did not even have time to process his words, so lost was she in the world of her first orgasms. He shoved his hugeness deep inside of her, smashing right through her virginity in a rush of blood.

  She screamed.

  He chuckled softly, cruelly, from above her. “You will get used to it,” he promised, as he slowly pulled himself out of her, and then shoved himself in, just as deeply, just as hard.

  She shrieked again, but it did hurt less. He was telling the truth of that. Still she could feel her bones separating, making room for the over sized man who was plunging deep inside of her unused tightness. She could feel juices running down her rear, her own, his, or her blood she had no idea. She was simply glad those fluids were there to cushion the brutality.

  As he continued, his thrust became even harder, even deeper. Though it had been painful, she could see he had been trying to go gentle on her untouched body. Now, though, she'd stopped screaming, and low moans escaped her lips, unbidden. It was not so bad, not truly. She was his now, and it felt, actually, kind of good.

  He kept her rear elevated by holding it with his clawed hands. He kept shoving in, over and over, his lupine eyes glowing to a deep yellow. His generous staff had stretched her to her very limits, and it struggled as he moved in and out to grip him, to force him to explode, instinctively knowing precisely what to do.

  Though he had finished so soon before her fleeing, he found the reserves to explode inside of her, burying himself so deep that she could feel his balls against her rear. His seed was fiercer than before, coating far inside of her, places that she had no idea he'd be able to reach. In his last few frantic thrusts, each one concluding in a deep squirt of his juices, he clutched her hips tightly in his clawed hands, drawing small pinpricks of blood.

  Finally, spent, he collapsed on top of her, panting. His tongue darted out and slowly licked at her neck.

  “You have pleased me well, my mate.”

  Slowly, he pulled himself from between her legs, his huge head making a pop as it escaped from her canal.

  “I do hope you will be as a mother as you are a mate. Come, you need to gather your belongings and come to my cabin. You shall live with me from now on. “

  Claimed on the Plains

  Native Spirits #2

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  @claudiabalvenie

  claudiabalvenie.com

  Copyright 2015.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

  CHAPTER 1

  Emma had thought herself an old maid, never to be wed. Now she was tossed over the shoulder of a wolf creature, charging into the darkness. He'd claimed her as his mate.
r />   She had come West with her brother, seeking the fortunes that had proven elusive back East. Gossip was that if you were willing to work hard then anyone could make their way on the plains. Not to mention, as her brother reminded her time and again, the men weren't as discriminating. And Emma wasn't the perfect tiny girl that so attracted the men of high society.

  No, Emma was curvaceous and strong. She had no shame over who she was, in fact her strength was a large part of why she and her brother were beginning to thrive on their homestead. They'd done so well in fact that Emma suggested her brother go buy some livestock. It was an investment strategy that she'd come to regret.

  It should have taken him two months at most to get back to their cabin! And now, another two months on top of that, Emma despaired of ever seeing him again. Hell, as far away from town as they were, she was unsure if she'd see another human again.

  But Emma was tough, if lonely. She knew how to provide and protect herself. So when the wolves that roamed the land grew too close to her cabin, it took only a warning shot to send them running. Or so she thought.

  Her brother had warned her of the Blackfoot tribes that roamed these lands. He said that their laws had yet to subdue the savages, and that if she were ever confronted with one, she should treat them the same way she would a wild beast.

  But when the Wolf King came to her door, she found herself unable to pull the trigger.

  His body was part monster, part god. His musculature was as perfect as any she'd ever seen, on either side of the country. His darkly tanned skinned glistened in the moonlight, promising dark wonders that her untouched body could only imagine. It made her body ache with barely understood lust.

  Though with as much desire as the parts that were human engendered, it was the lupine aspects of his body that frightened her to her very core. He had no true hands, rather some mixture of wolf and human. The nails curled out into long claws, covered in thick gray hair. His head was indistinguishable from the wolves that followed at his feat. A long snout protruded from his face.

  The Wolf King told her that she had harmed one of his people, and that he must extract punishment for that act.

  She would become his mate.

  CHAPTER 2

  Emma was bounced along as the Wolf King ran through the forest. She'd never have found her way through as he did, but it was like the trees actually moved out of his way. Or at least that's how it seemed from her vantage point, upside down and trying to peer upwards. The underbrush flew below her. She lost all sense of where she was and how to get back to her cabin.

  As they moved, she felt his free clawed hand slowly make it's way over her ample rear. He squeezed her cheeks possessively, slipped his clawed fingers under her shift to tease at her barely used slit. She could hear his deep chuckle as she squirmed in his arms.

  Finally, as the sun began to rise over the horizon, they reached a clearing. The Wolf King gently set her on her feet. She tugged her shift down lower and looked around the meadow. The grass was thick here, soft on her bare feet. A small stream ran through the middle of it. She knelt by the stream and drank deeply.

  “We will rest here.” He stated simply, offering her no further information. It was difficult for her, as she was full to the brim with questions. She could tell he would not take kindly to her bombarding him with them.

  “Are we safe?”

  He nodded once before drinking his own fill from the stream. Then he took her by the shoulders and guided her next to a tree, laying her down before lying down behind her. Her head was pillowed by his arm, while the other one lay across her waist.

  “Sleep now.” He said, closing his eyes. As if it were so easy! She'd been alone for so long that even seeing another creature, even one as monstrous as he, was a momentous day. Not to mention the things they'd done. Her cheeks grew red at the remembrance. She'd saved herself for her husband, and in one fleeting moment, she'd given it away. Still she was twenty-seven. How many more opportunities did she have?

  She noticed the Wolf King's breathing change. It had slowed into sleep. She was still wide awake, her mind racing. The things she'd done seemed all reasonable in the dark of night. Now? Had she made a terrible mistake?

  A soft snore emanated from behind her, his breath hot upon her back. She had to leave. Slowly she pulled the heavy arm off of her stomach. She stopped once, thinking he was waking up, as he rustled in his sleep. Instead, he simply rolled over, drawing his arms back to his chest.

  And just like that, she was free. She stood, cradling her own arms to her body. What had happened to her the night before? Why didn't she stop it? Why didn't she say no?

  She took a few steps away, to the edge of the clearing. They were up on a plateau, looking down over the plains below. And there, on the edge of the horizon, was the town. Civilization. It was right there for the taking. All she need do is sneak away.

  The thought gave her pause. She could easily run to that town. What would happen to her if she did? What would they do to a woman, alone? Best case scenario they'd find some man lacking a bride, and toss a hasty wedding her way. Worst case? Probably the jail or the stocks. After all, can't have a half-naked woman roaming around town, tempting the good boys.

  Ironic that. Perhaps in their way, these Blackfoot were more civilized than her own people. At least her Wolf King had brought her pleasure.

  When she truly thought about it, ignoring the indoctrination that had been so much a part of her schooling, she knew the answer. She didn't want to become a doxxy. She didn't want to become a random man's bride. And she certainly didn't want to keep living alone.

  She wanted her monster. She turned back to him.

  Her eyes slowly roamed over his bare, perfectly formed rear. It was so tight she wanted to run her fingers all over it. Up his back, she could see that strong spine, moving into those massive shoulders, covered in the dark gray hair.

  Dark gray hair? That was new. Before he'd been covered in fur. She slowly approached him, stepping in a circle around him to his other side. Her hands flew to her mouth, suppressing a gasp.

  In his sleep, his lupine features had sunken back in to his body. His hands were normal human hands, though large and rough with hard work. His face however had become breathtaking. It was angular, made of hard masculine lines. His hair was thick, long and gray despite the fact he was clearly no older than forty.

  He was as exquisite as she could have imagined. And as her eyes roamed lower, she noticed that he was impressive in other areas as well.

  She had been educated back East, as much as her family would “waste” education on a girl, but she'd never actually seen a nude male in the daylight. Such an odd appendage! She watched it for a long time, waiting, seeing if he would awaken. His deep slumber continued.

  She knelt down in front of him to examine it more closely. Tentatively she reached for him, allowing her fingertips to slowly run from the very tip down to the base. A single drop beaded at the tip, fascinating her. She guided the tip of her finger to it. She gathered it upon her finger, and brought it closer to her eyes, staring down at it. It was fascinating that this liquid held the base of life within it.

  She brought the small drop to her mouth, tasting it. She'd had it inside of her before, only the night before, so she knew it would not harm her. Still, she'd never thought that people might use their mouths for pleasure in that way. The juice was warm and milky, and utterly unlike anything she'd ever tasted before.

  Her mate continued to snore on, oblivious to her actions. She was emboldened by his deep slumber. She reached again to that throbbing hardness and wrapped her fingers around it. It was so large that she could not curl her first around it. Still, she would make do.

  It was a strange organ. It was hard, but still soft to her touch. The extra skin lay in folds, all the way to the tip. As she slowly began to move her hand up and down, she felt that skin move with her hand. It was all terribly new to her, a near virgin.

  The Wolf King made a soft moan in his
sleep, as she kept moving her hand up and down his length. She glanced up to him, a guilty look upon her face. But still he did not awaken, he merely turned again. He lay on his back now, an arm casually tossed over his eyes to keep out the sun.

  His new position only made his arousal more obvious. The huge appendage stabbed straight into the sky, inviting her to do unspeakable things.

  She began to stroke him, harder now and faster than before. She was enjoying the feel of that strange skin inside her hand. As her rhythm grew faster, another soft moan escaped his lips. Still though, his eyes were closed. She wondered if he were waking up?

  But when would she ever have this opportunity again? He was such a dominant man, so primal, feral. She knew he had conquered her, and he would again and again. But this time...