Pack Law by Lorie O'Clare Page A

body, that sexy stroll, his cocky grin, those long muscular legs, kept her awake at night with lustful longing.
    His cock was huge. He’d pressed it against her many times. Just the thought of that rock-hard penis pushing deep inside her made her tremble with need. Heat surged through her, and she licked her lips, imagining his hot come squirting while she sucked that enormous cock.
    Gertrude was right. She couldn’t wait to fuck!
     
    Chapter One
    The rich, thick aroma in the air couldn’t be mistaken. Everyone here wanted to fuck.
    In the living room, Sophie’s sister, Trudy, gyrated to the thumping music. Pack members lingered everywhere in the small house, enjoying the party. Some werewolves from a pack south of Prince George had shown up too.
    Damp air coming through the window gave her goose-bumps when she passed in front of it, weaving around the people who hovered at the dining room table, munching on the snacks.
    Salt, lust, sweat and bitter cigarette smoke permeated the close quarters. Her hair would stink tomorrow. Sophie tucked a blonde strand behind her ear, then leaned against the wall, next to the window, to enjoy the hint of outdoors that trickled in.
    Everyone will end up in the corners fucking before the night is over , her cousin Simone had said when she came by to pick up Sophie and her sisters at their grandmother’s house.
    I want to get fucked tonight. She searched the room to see if he had arrived yet—hopefully, it wasn’t obvious she didn’t care about the party. Ever since she had turned eighteen, he had consumed her thoughts. Nik always seemed to be nearby, but she had it on good authority from Simone, that he planned to be at Johann’s party.
    I’m wherever you are because I am watching you. Nik had stood behind her at the last pack meeting and whispered in her ear. You are mine. Our dens have chosen you for me, and I plan to make my mark very soon.
    His wicked promise had kept her on the verge of an orgasm for the past week. Her throbbing clit drove her to distraction. Now, thick cream saturated her panties just thinking about what he’d said. The October breeze seeping through the window did nothing to ease the intense heat of her aching pussy.
    “Elsa, wait for me.” Sophie’s sister left the kitchen, heading for the back door. “I’ll go outside with you.” Maybe Nik would be outside.
    “You aren’t having any fun either?” Elsa shoved her long blonde hair over her shoulder. Worry clouded her pretty blue eyes.
    Sophie ran her hand over her baby sister’s hair. “It’s a bit warm in here. But you should relax. You’d have more fun. There are tons of sexy wolves here tonight.”
    Elsa looked even more troubled, but Sophie couldn’t help smiling. Her sister acted like a prude. How could they be from the same den?
    When she followed Elsa out the back door, the cold night air slapped her face. A large group circled a bonfire in the corner of the yard. Sophie stepped around her sister to look for Nik.
    Her heart pounded faster and blood raced through her veins; the primal urge to change filled her being. The beast in her, the beautiful lunewulf , begged to be released. Wood-smoke mixed with the crisp sweetness of the pines growing on the edge of the property. The night air wrapped around her, drawing her nipples to hardened peaks. She loved the cold, the change of autumn to winter. It made her frisky, full of life and the desire to run and play. Rolling in the meadows with a certain tall, well-built lunewulf would make the night perfect.
    She wandered into the yard toward the bonfire. But the partiers didn’t impress her. At the other end, over by the group of parked cars, deep, male baritones grabbed her attention, heightening her lust-torn nerves. Could Nik be with that group?
    She glanced back at Elsa. Johann had found her. Good. Her sister would be distracted. Sophie put a strut in her walk, and strolled across the yard. A beer might calm her nerves.
    “Looking good,