Wolf Hunt 2: Forest Wolf, Part of the Wolf Hunt E-book Collection, Available Now from Changeling Press The wolf hunt intensifies -- but when missions are complicated by attraction, sex and divided loyalties, who's hunting whom? As the Earth government unleashes its werewolves to track down the alien infiltrators, those in command of the invaders strike back. When Louis, their android servant, encounters the werewolf Linnet, whose mission is to kill his masters, he discovers that aliens and werewolves have something in common after all -- the need to destroy the Project that created such mutants. But Louis' primary command is to serve and protect the very invaders Linnet must defeat. Worse, Linnet's wolf is in season, and she desperately wants Louis. He's fully capable of pleasuring her, and he's programmed to follow orders, but is it right to make use of a sentient being, android or not, just to fulfill her sexual needs?

Louis has been programmed to learn from his environment, adapt, and evolve, and Linnet's about to discover he has some needs of his own...

Reviews:

"Linnet and Louis establish a wonderful chemistry... a pleasurable one-sitting read that will hold your attention all the way through." - 4 kisses, Two Lips Reviews.

"The sexual tension between these two characters simmers, then boils, then explodes! I enjoyed seeing Louis battle with his thoughts and feelings. He is kind of like a hunky Data, from Star Trek. Unfortunately, Ms Treanor leaves the end of this story on the edge of a cliff, so I am hoping that the final book comes out really, really soon! You can always expect a story that is different with lots of twists and turns from this clever author. She is one of my top favs!" - 4 Hearts, Love Romances and More.

"I felt that “Wolf Hunt 2” moved the story along nicely and the sex scenes fit into the story well. I recommend reading “Urban Wolf” first" - 4 Tombstones, Rocky, Bitten by Books.

Excerpts:

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“So you’re just wandering aimlessly?”

“Yes.” It wasn’t quite true though. Not now. Last night, she’d been following a scent, a scent that both angered and excited her. She’d been hunting, and she had the powerful feeling that when she found her prey, it would end this misery, give her back herself.

How could you tell this to a stranger you’d just tried to seduce on a forest floor? A stranger you’d actually bitten. She jerked her head back around, staring at his shoulder. She’d gotten beneath the leather coat he wore, bitten hard into the sweater and the flesh beneath. She could see his clothes were ripped across one shoulder, but there was no other sign of injury.

“There’s no blood,” she blurted, lifting her eyes to his. “I bit you. I tore your flesh, and there’s no blood.”

His gaze was steady. “I don’t bleed.”

“Everyone bleeds.”

“I’m not everyone.” His lip quirked slightly. “Or even anyone.”

“What does that mean? Who are you?”

“My name is Louis. I serve the L’Estranges, who own this land.”

A servant? Him? Oh no, that didn’t ring true. None of this rang true. If she’d been the wolf, her hackles would be standing straight up. “You’re telling me servants don’t bleed? I may not remember much, but I’m not buying that one.”

She leaned forward, pushing back the coat from his shoulder, almost surprised when he let her. In spite of everything, moisture pooled again in her pussy, because he felt so large and solid. She so needed to get laid before this constant, nagging lust drove her insane. If she wasn’t already. Perhaps she was just imagining the wolf. It would explain why she couldn’t defeat Louis, why she hadn’t torn him to pieces with her ferocious bite.

She felt his gaze on her, impassive and unblinking as she lifted the torn flaps of his clothing. The skin flapped with it. She could even see teeth marks, which made her feel sick. They were the teeth marks of a large animal, not a small woman. Oh yes, the wolf was real. And she was sane. Just.

But what the hell was he?

Louis sat unmoving, just letting her look. When she touched the wound, as if she couldn’t help it, it felt like skin, cool and soft over a thin layer of flesh. But it didn’t cover bone, it covered circuit boards and fine golden wires, and deep inside, a winking light.

She fell back, dropping her hands, staring at him. “Shit,” she whispered. “What are you?”

*
 

Oh God, she yearned for sex. She needed sex. And she longed for it with him. The force of it battered at her, so that she had to fight not to hurl herself into his arms, tearing at his clothes until she could impale herself on that stiff rod she’d felt on their first encounter.

Gasping with the effort of restraint, she said, “I can’t. You’re being kind to me and even if I am an animal, I can’t, I won’t, let anyone fuck me for such a reason. And you’ve had enough of being used, Louis. I want sex, I want you, but I won’t do it.”

His hand tightened on the back of her neck, almost like an involuntary gesture. His hazel eyes seemed to burn into hers. Cold fire. He murmured, “I have learned that I have a choice.” Shockingly, deliciously, his hand closed over her clothed breast. “I choose this. I choose you.”

She moaned, just as his mouth took hers, slow, tender and openly sensual. His fingers at her nape spread, holding her head steady as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue between her teeth to tangle with hers.

Her self-control, held only by a very thin thread, snapped. She opened wide to him, gave him her tongue with a sound very like a sob. She flung one arm up around his neck and with her free hand pressed his fingers harder into her aching breast. Taking the hint, he rubbed and kneaded it, gliding his thumb across her nipples until she thought she’d explode.

“Say it,” he ground into her mouth. “Say I may fuck you.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to command him to fuck her at once, before she died of need, but even in her urgency she was aware he’d known too many orders. Half laughing, half-sobbing, she dragged her mouth free and wriggled to pull the T-shirt over her head and throw it on the floor. “Oh, you may fuck me,” she said shakily. “Please, please fuck me…”

There was an instant when his gaze, riveted to her breasts, sent her libido soaring with wicked pride as well as need, and then he lowered his head and took one hard, elongated nipple into his mouth. His hand held her other breast, rhythmically rubbing his thumb over her nipple while his palm caressed the underside.

She tugged at his shirt, thrusting her hands under it until he paused long enough to remove it, and she could kiss and nibble the warm, smooth skin of his chest and shoulders. He shuddered under her touch, leaving her no doubt that he found it pleasurable, and when she let her hand fall to his crotch, she found the hard bulge of his cock ready for her.

She whimpered, pushing him back to climb onto his lap, to feel the hardness against her throbbing pussy. She rocked on it, writhing, knowing she could come just like this, even through her clothes and his.

But he rolled her over onto her back, unfastening and pulling off her jeans, giving her a moment to admire the rippling muscles of his arms and chest. Any woman would have longed to run her hands over those, and so she did, savoring them, while her hips bucked upward, searching for his cock.

She swept her hands downward, under the waistband of his trousers, almost panicking in her difficulty.

“Take them off,” she pleaded. “Please take them off quickly, come into me… I want you so much it’s killing me.”

He stood over her on the bed and as her mouth went dry and her pussy wept all over again, he took off the trousers. He wore no underwear, so his cock sprang free at once, long and thick and upright, flanked by two smooth, hairless balls hanging at either side of its root. She couldn’t remember much, but she was sure there had never been anything sexier than this being standing over her, totally naked and powerful, about to take her, fuck her to orgasm...
 

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