Things That Go Bump in the Night IV by Ashleigh Raine, J. C. Wilder, Lorie O'Clare Read Free Book Online Page B

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    worried she’d simply added herself to that list. Ralph was in better shape than some of the werewolves half his age. That body of his didn’t have an ounce of flab on it anywhere.
    Her pussy instantly began throbbing with thoughts of how she’d enjoyed being in his arms, his cock buried so deep inside her she was sure he’d hit some internal organs.
    And he’d been so gallant afterwards, completely at ease. It hadn’t surprised her that he’d followed her home and made sure she was secure and locked in her den before leaving her. She’d been taken by a master.
    What worried her was that she wasn’t sure that he’d taken just her body. Granted, she hadn’t had sex in ages, at least not with anything other than her toys and her imagination. Ralph Hipp had come along and moved right into her thoughts. And with every move, and every muscle in her body reminding her, she couldn’t get him out of her head today.
    “Who is hurt?” Greta’s question pulled Sandy out of her thoughts.
    The old woman clutched the phone to her ear, her expression impossible to read.
    After a moment, she nodded and hung up the phone without saying goodbye to whoever was on the other end.
    “That was your werewolf.” The healer moved around her, digging through her grocery sacks and pulling out herbs.
    “My werewolf?” Sandy asked.
    “You have Ralph Hipp’s scent all over you.” Greta didn’t look up while she transferred some of the herbs into her cloth medicine bag. “You think because I’m old that I have forgotten about sex?”
    Sandy opened her mouth to respond but embarrassment made her temporarily dumb. Greta ignored her awkward moment and walked out of the kitchen.
    “I need you to take me over to the diner. Some of the pack got in a tumble with a few humans.” Greta left her front door open and headed toward Sandy’s car.
    Sandy hurried after her, pulling the door closed but not locking it. She wasn’t sure if Greta knew where her house key was.
    “Who got hurt?” Sandy caught up with Greta in time to open the car door for her.
    Greta waved her skinny hand in the air. “More than likely it’s just some scrapes and bruises.” She took her time sitting in the car seat then situated her bag on her lap. “That pack leader and his ideas of exposing us to humans. This will happen every time.”
    She pursed her lips together, jutting her chin out. Sandy knew the look to mean that Greta had no more to say on the subject. She shut the car door and hurried around to the driver’s side.
    They drove in silence to the diner but Sandy’s thoughts were anything but quiet.
    Greta smelled Ralph’s scent all over her. She didn’t smell him on her. And she’d showered, last night and this morning. She had put lotion on and a dab of perfume.
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    Not that she cared if she looked good for anyone today. But she was the queen bitch’s mother. And her duties for the day entailed running the pack healer around. It was important to look nice.
    Greta had stronger senses then most werewolves. Sandy knew that. She also knew the old healer seldom joked. It had been a long time since she’d had sex, but no one had ever commented that they smelled the werewolf on her the next day. Greta implied what Sandy and Ralph did last night was more than fucking. They’d made love, marked each other without even realizing it. Or at least, she hadn’t realized it. She had no idea how she felt about that. It made her nervous and excited all at once. And the more she thought about the damned werewolf, the more she ached to have him inside her again. She needed to get a grip on herself.
    Sandy pulled into the gravel parking lot of the diner at the same time Ralph exited in his truck on to the street. She met his gaze, captivated by his dark brooding look. But then he looked away, leaving her and driving off.
    He was working, she told herself. And besides. Did she want to