Yeti Were

Yeti! Were? Celia Kyle All rights reserved.

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Yeti! Were? Celia Kyle On the night of the midnight moon, Sela finds herself locked in an industrial freezer, put there by none other than her alpha’s half-crazed brother. Content to spend her weekend as a wolf for her duration at the frozen prison, she doesn’t expect the whack job to thrust someone else in there with her. Now, faced with the choice of shifting and tearing into the yummy man’s hide or simply fucking through the lust frenzy that accompanies the midnight moon, Sela doesn’t know what to do. Decisions, decisions… Yosi should have kept driving right through the town. He definitely shouldn’t have stopped for dinner at The Den. When the weaselly wolf, Ron, approached him, he told the man exactly what he thought of him. Which landed him in a nice stay at the local meat plant and a cozy room in their freezer. Not a good place for a yeti to be. Drastic changes in temperature from hot to cold make Yosi feral, and horny…

Chapter One They met in a meat locker. Okay, honestly, it was an industrial deep freezer, but they all looked the same to Sela. Meat lockers, freezers, all were lined in metal and cold as hell, if hell was a frozen wasteland lined with meat. Damn her alpha Royce and his misguided acceptance of everyone. He should have killed Ron, the weasel in wolf’s fur, long ago. But no, he was the alpha’s brother, he just needed understanding, a bit of counseling and massive doses of medication and he’d be fine. Whatever. Yeah, Ron was fine all right, so fine that he had to threaten death to get a female to rut with him. Of course, she hadn’t made it any better by telling him she’d rather die than fuck him. Too bad Ron took her up on her dare. And not one of her pack stepped forward to stop him. The cowards. Then again, Ron always was an idiot. Sure, she’d be uncomfortable in the cold locker, but the man seemed to have forgotten that she was a wolf. Not only that, it was the night of shift, the midnight moon. The moon would rise, calling to her beast, and she’d have no choice but to shift or fuck through the frenzy in order to remain human. Survival was as easy as shifting and settling in a corner until the pack-owned meat factory opened on Monday. Too bad the pack would have to trash all of the meat in the freezer. Hey, a girl’s got to pee sometime. She’d find a nice corner on the other side of the room to take care of personal business and settle on a few boxes to laze the weekend away. Of course, those plans were thwarted the minute he was shoved through the door. He was what she’d consider a big, hulking, tall drink of water with a bit of rum mixed in for good measure. Scratch that, he appeared to be more rum than water.

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His skin carried a deep beige tone that appeared to be natural and not sun induced, as if he was from a Middle Eastern country. But he didn’t look like any Middle Easterner she’d ever seen. He. Was. Huge. Like Incredible Hulk but not green, huge. Dressed in tight fitting, faded blue jeans and a plain white T-shirt that showed every single bulge, dip and curve of muscle, the man wasn’t exactly dressed for a weekend in the freezer. Damn. She could last all weekend, but this guy? Nah, he wouldn’t make it through the night, no matter how many muscles the man boasted. Those muscles were good for heavy lifting, but not for insulating against the cold. And he was such a prime specimen of manhood too. Sela supposed she’d have to figure out how to get them out of the metallic room for his sake more than hers. She might be a bitch, literally, but she wasn’t a bitch or deranged like Ron. She couldn’t sit idly by while a human froze to death in her presence. Relaxing on a pallet of hamburgers, she watched as he pounded the solid doors with his ham-sized fists. The metal dented and bent under his constant barrage of blows. Impressive. She’d give it to the guy, he was wickedly strong. He hadn’t seemed to have noticed her presence yet, so she remained quiet, observing him from afar. At least she could stare at him for a while. Too bad it couldn’t be a long while. Between the cold threatening his life and her increasing desire to shift or fuck, they had to get out of there. She would have been perfectly happy to stay in the freezer, locked up with the mystery man and fucking him cross-eyed, but he’d never survive the cold. And if they didn’t get out of the room soon, she’d become a lust-crazed fucking machine or would shift and chase the big man as if he were her next meal. Decisions, decisions. Sela checked her watch. Only eight -- she still had a few hours until midnight and the full moon rise. She could resist the change and not have to fuck for a few hours yet. The man began rubbing his palms together, blowing air from his lungs onto his clasped hands. Sela furrowed her brow. Sure, it was cold, but not that cold. He hadn’t even been in the room longer than a minute or two. Then he began hopping in place, stamping his mammoth-sized feet on the concrete floor. The man acted as if he’d been

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thrown out into the middle of a blizzard. She looked at her arms and legs. A few smatterings of goose bumps covered her cinnamon skin. Wiggling her perfectly French manicured toes wrapped in the tiny scraps of leather of her sandals, she realized her toes weren’t even cold. She’d been in the room for over half an hour and she didn’t seem to be as affected as this stranger. Curious. The stranger continued alternating between hopping and stomping his big, leather boot covered feet on the ground, rubbing his hands and arms as he paced in front of the door. He was probably looking for the release mechanism. He wouldn’t find one. Not because it didn’t exist, but because the release was actually a long cord that normally hung from the ceiling. Pity Ron and his goons had dispensed with it when they shoved her in there. Sela couldn’t wait to be free so she could exact revenge on the mongrel. Brother of the alpha or not, he’d pay and then she’d go on the run and settle somewhere nice and quiet. She’d preferably like to settle in a place without a pack or other wolves to deal with. Sela continued to stare at the man, following him from one side of the door to the other, his ass and thighs flexing and teasing her with each step. Damn, the pull of the moon felt strong tonight. Her wolf, normally passive and content to live a mostly dormant life within her soul, clawed and whined to fuck the stranger. Double damn, usually her wolf only wanted to snack on other people, not fuck them. What was wrong with her tonight?

What was wrong with him tonight? All he’d wanted to do was grab a bite to eat and continue on his way. Okay, maybe stopping at a place named The Den for dinner hadn’t been one of his brightest ideas, but how the hell was he supposed to know the kind of people who frequented there? Fucking wolves. Fucking gay wolves. Oh, the weaselly little wolf named Ron had claimed he wasn’t gay, that he was just asserting his dominance, but Yosi saw through his act. Ron wanted a piece of ass. Yosi’s to be exact. Ha! Not happening. Ever.

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Yosi had gone into The Den and sidled up to the bar. He ordered a rare steak and cold beer. After driving for hours, he wanted something with a biting chill to take the edge off. The Georgia heat had been killing him. Even with the air conditioner on, he felt stifled by the humid air. After he’d finished his dinner, he relaxed against the bar, nursing his beer and taking in the sounds of the room. He could feel that something was brewing. The hairs on his neck stood on end as he waited for the idiot or idiots to step forward. It had only been one. Ron. While the man barely crested Yosi’s shoulders and didn’t appear to be much of a threat, his goons held guns. Those that didn’t hold guns had fangs longer than Yosi’s thumb and looked plenty ready to use them to tear him apart. Motherfucking wolves. With the pack mentality so many of them had, they followed their pack’s leader -- or the leader in the room. Too bad he hadn’t made it to the mountains before stopping for food. At least up there, the cold would have been on his side. Here, still wrapped in the humid Georgia heat, he couldn’t defend himself against a pack of gun-toting, bloodthirsty wolves. Fucking perfect. When he hadn’t dropped his pants, bent over and spread his ass for the weasel, they’d beat him. Not too bad, but enough to cause a few bruises. His kind didn’t exactly harm easily. Sure, a bullet would drop Yosi just like it would any other living thing. But an old-fashioned beat down? He snickered, he’d had those from his brothers all his life. Though, with them, it had been about having fun that eventually turned into wanting to draw blood. That’s why he’d left the damned mountains so long ago. But noooo, his mother wanted her little boys around for his parents’ anniversary. So he’d come, and now it looked like he’d have to fight his way out of a damned freezer for his trouble. Kicking the solid metal door just for the hell of it, he nearly jumped out of his skin when a sweet feminine voice called to him. “There’s no use in kicking, unless of course you want to break a toe.”

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Sin. Pure, unadulterated sin and sex wrapped around him, her voice making his cock hard with every word she uttered. So. Not. Good. It was bad enough he’d be hairy and horny in a matter of minutes, but now he had an outlet for his desire. Yosi couldn’t tell if it was the impending emergence of his true self or the siren’s voice, but he wanted to fuck. Now. Turning slowly, unsure if he really wanted to tempt himself further by looking at the woman the voice belonged to, he searched the cavernous room for its other occupant. There, on a pallet of… hamburgers, she sat. Dressed in a tiny turquoise skirt, which showed off a pair of curvaceous legs, and a clingy white top which showed off an amazing set of… arms (okay, breasts), she appeared unconcerned at being locked in a deep freezer. She should have been concerned. Very, very concerned. The cold had already begun yanking his true form to the surface. From the tingles traveling over the skin of his arms, as if a thousand tiny ants had decided to traipse all over him at once, to the tightening of his clothes, he knew it wouldn’t be long. He either needed to get out of there, or get her to hide. Fast. Deciding that being honest and straightforward in a situation like this was the best plan, he laid it out for the mysterious woman. “We need to get out of here.” He stared at her, willing her to move. On one hand, he wanted her to help him find a way out of this frozen hell. On the other, he wanted to see if she really had all the voluptuous curves he imagined. She swung her legs over the side of the pallet and hopped free of her perch. Damn if she didn’t have all the curves he imagined and more. By human standards, she would be called fat or plump, but to Yosi’s kind she was perfection. A little on the short side, but considering Yosi towered over everyone and she appeared to be closer to six feet tall than five, he was a happy camper. “You don’t say?” She arched a brow at him, hips swaying with every step closer she took. She really shouldn’t have been getting closer to him. It was tempting his primal urges a bit too much for her to come so near while he was so cold.

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The sound of threads of his jeans snapping got him into action. “Yeah. We need to get out. Now. Or something…” How much should he tell her? “Something bad is going to happen,” he rushed out. She arched her brow and he ached to lick along the curved path it created. “Really? I know why I need to get out of here, but beyond freezing to death, what else could happen? Is the big bad wolf going to come eat us?” She let out a loud gusty laugh and he had to stop himself from joining in. She did not understand. At. All. “No, but a yeti will… but maybe you’d enjoy everything the yeti did.”

Chapter Two “A yeti!” She stared at the stranger, open mouthed and incredulous. “Where?” “No, not were, yeti,” he replied. Okay, maybe they weren’t speaking the same language. She thought she was speaking English. “Where exactly is this yeti going to be? Here?” How the hell could it get in? She didn’t question the existence of yetis; she’d visited her great-grandmother’s cabin in the mountains enough times and heard stories from her about what happened to little wolves who wandered into their territory. Yetis made sure she wandered right back out. “No. It’ll be over there.” He gestured behind him. Sela dared a look around the giant. Had he grown since he was shoved through the door? Damn, he was a big guy. She wasn’t tiny in any man’s book be it in height or girth. At five feet ten inches, she nearly matched many of the male wolves’ six feet, but it was her waist size that always troubled her. Okay, her waist, chest and ass size, really. But this man? This man made her feel tiny. Easing over a foot or two, she looked behind him to find no one there. She turned her gaze back to his face. “A yeti.” She stared at him. “Where?” He growled and her pussy clenched in response. The man would be the death of her. She was having a hard enough time controlling her wolf as the midnight moon approached and here he was doing one of the things sure to call it out. “No. Not were. Yeti,” he ground out. He stomped his feet, seeming to grow larger with each pounding of his feet on the concrete. Oh. Fuck. He was the… “Yeti!” He smirked. “Really? Where?”

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Fuck, she was locked in a room with a yeti. Not just any room either; no, it had to be a fucking freezer. The one thing that got a yeti to go primal; the cold. She didn’t know if she should run or face her imminent death head-on. Running would tire him out, and a tired yeti did kill fast. Running would only delay the inevitable. She squared her shoulders, ready to stare death down like a man… er, woman. “So, do you prefer to play with your food or will you make this quick and painless?” At least she wouldn’t have to worry about eating him. Though, if he just would have been a human, they could have fucked and both left the freezer very happy. He took a step back, brows furrowed. She noticed a smattering of pale white hair peeking out of the top of his shirt. It had already started. She’d be staring at a full on, furry yeti soon. “What you mean?” he grunted. Yeah, he was already at the point of no return and if everything she’d read about them was true, the shift from a somewhat normal appearing man to a giant furry guy usually took prolonged exposure to the cold. Being locked in the freezer must have accelerated the process. Great, she’d be with an extremely cranky yeti. Even better. “I mean, if you’re going to eat me, will you at least make it quick?” Short words. Short words for the near Neanderthal man. “Me run? Or you eat, kill now?” There, that should do it. Like talking to a two-year-old. The thin T-shirt which had grown tighter by the minute finally split, tearing more with each breath he took and exposing his dark skin. The same snow-white hair she’d seen peeking out of the shirt now covered his entire chest. It looked silky soft and Sela wondered what it would feel like to run her hands through the pale fur, stroking each of his muscles. The man kicked off his shoes, never taking his eyes from her. She still hadn’t decided if he would chase her and make her run for her life before tearing her into bitesized pieces or if he’d just kill her now. Fear, not the temperature in the room, kept her frozen.

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He reached for the button of his jeans, flicking them open without hesitation and simply tearing them from his body. Oh, what a body. More importantly, what a cock. Her wolf howled its appreciation inside her head and she winced at the internal noise. Horny beast. His legs were covered in the same silken fur, from his ankles to his upper thighs. The only hairless place on his now nude body? The skin surrounding the juncture of his thighs and his cock. The stranger’s cock was long and thick, thicker than anything she’d ever seen before. Sure, she’d watched porn along with all the other women, getting themselves off when a suitable male wasn’t around. But this cock put all the porn stars to shame. What she (and her wolf) wouldn’t give to lick, suck, and fuck that beautiful specimen. Too bad he wanted to eat her -- and not in a good way. He grunted and she drew her gaze back to his face. The fur had thinned at his neck, leaving his face just as it had been before, hairless, dark and beautiful. Like chiseled perfection, he had a strong chin, angular nose and the deepest blue eyes she’d ever seen. “You run. Then eat. No kill.” “Great. You’re going to play with me, eat part of me, but not kill me. You should, you know, I really don’t want to spend my life disfigured.” Sela shouldn’t have been taunting the giant, but maybe teasing him would push him to kill her a bit quicker. “I eat. I fuck. No hurt. Mine.” He grunted and took a few steps back. Eat? Fuck? Mine? Damn, in any other situation, she would have laughed. Instead, she thanked God for Ron and his idiocy. Only Ron would put Sela in a freezer on the night of the midnight moon with a yeti because she wouldn’t fuck him. She’d be fucked tonight, by the biggest cock she’d ever seen. Better yet? He wanted to chase her and then fuck her. The yeti was playing Sela’s favorite sex game and tonight there wouldn’t be any losers. True, the yeti could always change his mind and tear her limb from limb, but he could do that at any time, fucking wouldn’t change that. And what a way to go. Striding past him, moving quickly but not yet running, she shot a glance at his cock. Already it stood tall and erect as if reaching for her.

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The heels of Sela’s shoes clicked on the concrete floor as she moved away from him, eager for the chase to begin… and end.

She played with fire. The vixen with the nightingale voice was begging to burn. And he’d make her burn. Thank God she seemed amenable to getting fucked by a yeti because soon, she wouldn’t have a choice. Rape wasn’t Yosi’s game, but he couldn’t always control himself when his true nature was wrenched to the fore so suddenly. Her ass swung and swayed to her own rhythm as she walked away from him, unhurried. She needed to hurry. He wanted to chase. To chase and claim. Almost feral, her scent beckoned him. She smelled like she was just going into heat and he ached to drive himself into her cunt, fill her with his seed. “Run.” One-word sentences. He’d been reduced to a Neanderthal by the sudden return to his nature. Normally, he’d make the change gradually, easing himself back into his true form. That way, he’d be just as articulate as before. But now, one-word sentences would be all she got. At least until he was sated. Maybe then he could carry on a conversation. The clicking of her shoes on the concrete increased. She jogged now as she disappeared around a corner. He didn’t want her to get too far, only far enough for it to be fun. He could scent her anywhere with her beckoning heat. He’d find her. Then again, she didn’t have anywhere to go. Time ticked by, he wasn’t sure how much, but he couldn’t wait any longer. He strode around the corner with large lumbering steps. He’d catch her soon. Her scent beckoned. The tang of her arousal filled the air, strengthening with each step as he grew closer. Yosi’s cock ached and filled with blood, his own need pounding in his ears. Run. Fuck. Claim. It was the need to claim that scared him a little. Run and fuck? He’d had many rough and tumble experiences with female yeti. Those words were familiar to his sex crazed brain. Claim? Claim was new. He didn’t stop to question it though. He kept going, striding toward his goal. Her.

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Coming around a corner, he caught a flash of turquoise before it disappeared behind a large pallet of boxes. Meat, meat and more meat, everywhere. Her gentle lilting laugh was carried by the frigid air echoing around the metal room Ron had intended to be their tomb. Just as soon as he fucked the woman, he’d show the wolf who was boss. He followed the path she’d taken, blocked in by pallets on both sides of him. She jumped into his line of sight at the end of the row, taunting him. “Come on, Yeti. Come and get me.” She smiled as she whipped her thin, white shirt off, revealing a pair of large round breasts. The skin of her nipples was a darker cinnamon and he ached to taste, to feast. Growling, he stomped forward. “Mine.” “Not yet, Yeti.” With a laugh, she disappeared again. He wouldn’t let her escape. Charging after her, he reached the end of the row quickly, hot on her heels. She ran, still laughing -- until she lost a shoe. Yosi smiled when she spared him a glance. He’d have her soon. He kept his pace, letting her stay just out of reach for now. She kicked her other shoe off and now she ran in bare feet on the cold, unforgiving concrete. He did the same, but a yeti’s body and a human’s were different. A yeti was meant to survive in the elements and endure nature’s wrath. He didn’t want his small human to suffer. Increasing his pace, he was surprised when she did the same. For some reason, he’d thought she was close to breaking. They’d been playing the game for ten minutes at least and he hadn’t expected her to want to prolong the chase. Instead, she pulled away, darting around another corner at the last minute, leaving him to scramble to turn and follow her. “No run. Mine.” She laughed again, not sounding out of breath at all. “Gotta catch me if you want me to be yours. Come on, Yeti!” She was leading him on a merry chase and he enjoyed every second of the run. But he wanted her to stop running. He wanted… “Fuck. Now,” he called to her, hoping she could understand his words and his need.

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Rounding yet another corner, he found he was back where they’d started. Back near the door. Not only that, she’d returned to her perch. Only this time, she was naked and waiting for him. Her breathing was even and as he drew closer he saw that she was sitting on her skirt, using it as a barrier between her bare ass and the boxes she sat upon. “Good.” Protect what was his. Very good. “That I am.” She smiled, opening her legs and giving him a good look at her pussy. Bare. As bare as his cock and balls, her pussy was bare. And glistening, damn it, glistening with her arousal and sweet honeyed cream. He debated between sinking to his knees to feast on her pussy and thrusting his cock into her waiting heat. She cupped and fondled her breasts, pinching the hardened nipples, rolling them and tugging the taut nubs. Glancing at her face, he saw that she was nibbling her lower lip. Seductress. Tease. Mine. All three words flitted and clamored in his mind. She widened her thighs, showing him more of her pussy. Stepping forward, he closed the distance between them. He’d made his decision. Her pussy beckoned and he would have it. Now.

Chapter Three Sela held her breath and waited, legs splayed wide, holding herself open for him. If the man didn’t fuck or eat her soon, she’d scream and jump his damned bones or shift and then she’d have to fight him. Her wolf clamored for something, anything, and she wanted to be fucked, now. The chase had aroused her more than she would have thought. Normally, bedroom games didn’t appeal to her, but with Yeti, her pussy had clenched and grown wet with every step she’d taken. She’d played with him at first, taking it slow and taunting him as she “ran.” All for the desired result. His cock, now fully hard and erect, dripped pre-come, the tip oozing the white fluid. She’d watched him as he approached with slow, measured steps. His eyes never strayed to her face, instead he stared intently at her pussy. Even now, as he stepped forward, he kept his gaze trained south of her waist. She didn’t know how much longer she could withstand the need to shift. The desire to go furry or fuck was strong. As confident as she’d been that he would want to plunge into her immediately, his stare began to make her wonder if he wanted to taste her first. But then, oh then, he gripped the base of his erection, positioning it to his, and her, liking. Sela rocked her hips forward, aching for more. He pressed the tip of his cock into her heat, stretching her opening as he rubbed the bulbous head against her inner walls before receding to slide along her slit. She moaned from his teasing, more of her juices flowing as her cunt tightened as if trying to pull him back into her. “Please, Yeti.” He grunted in response, eyes still trained on her pussy. “Yosi.” She realized he was giving her his name and she blanched at the thought that they’d nearly fucked without exchanging names. “Sela.”

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“Sela.” His gaze met hers for a moment as he gripped her hips, palms splayed over her hipbones and his thumbs pressing the soft flesh at the top of her slit. Growling low, the sound vibrating through his hands, and the head of his cock poised at her core, he thrust forward in a great lunge, seating his shaft fully in her pussy. “Mine.” Sela responded with a scream followed by a deep moan. Yosi’s enormous cock filled her to bursting. She’d had her share of well-endowed men in the past, but nothing compared to her yeti. The muscles of her cunt screamed in protest at his invasion and he seemed to sense she needed a moment to adjust. He held still once he’d speared her with his cock. Panting, she relaxed into his possession as the tight, stinging pain faded. When it finally drained, she needed, craved, movement. Shifting forward, she eased even more of him into her. Taking her motion as a cue, Yosi retreated slowly, easing inch after inch of his dick out of her pussy, and she whimpered at the loss. Sela could feel every vein in his cock as he slid along her slick inner walls, her strained muscles attempting to clench and halt his retreat. When he’d withdrawn almost fully, leaving only the tip inside her, he thrust forward again with a mighty roar. The sound echoed off the metallic walls. “Yosi. Fuck me, Yosi!” Sela encouraged him, wanting him to lose all control. As a wolf, she could take a lot and she craved all Yosi had to give. He withdrew and thrust forward again, setting a punishing pace of constant advance and retreat. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh, of their sex, filled the room and mingled with their pants and moans. Even in the freezing temperatures, Sela felt sweat trickle down her back as she rocked her hips, meeting each of his thrusts. Yosi’s thumbs pressed and massaged the flesh above her clit, seducing her orgasm from hiding. She’d never had an orgasm from indirect clit stimulation, but it looked like she’d be having one today. Leaning back, she rested her weight on her hands as she continued to rock against him. Breasts bouncing with each forceful thrust, thoughts of her jiggly body and oversized everything flitted from her mind. Right now, her thoughts focused on her yeti and the wonderful orgasm she worked toward. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Yosi.”

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He began rubbing her mons in tiny circles, pressing down harder with his massive thumbs as he increased his pace, her juices coating the way for his cock. Closing her eyes, she dropped her head back, and focused on her impending release. Tremors passed through her body, tiny shakes completely unrelated to the cold and due entirely to Yosi’s attentions. Her muscles spasmed and contracted as her climax drew closer. Sela’s toes curled uncontrollably. Calves flexing, she rocked forward, shifting closer and increasing the pressure above her clit. So close. Panting, she urged her yeti on. “Come on, Yosi. Fuck me!” she practically growled. Her wolf howled and mewled as her release neared. Sela could feel her nails lengthening into claws, digging into the cardboard and frozen meat beneath her. Her pussy was not only full, but felt heavy, swollen. Her juices dripped and slid down her thighs, more escaping with every thrust and retreat of Yosi’s shaft. “Please, Yosi,” she whimpered. Suddenly, Yosi’s thumbs shifted, giving her a different sensation centered directly over her swollen clit. She nearly bucked him off her, ass rising from her perch as her orgasm slammed through her like a freight train. Sparks of electricity traveled along every nerve and every muscle tightened and flexed, her body strung like a bow as Yosi fucked her through her orgasm. Stars burst beneath her eyelids with every slam of his hips against hers and still he gripped her hips, pressing and rubbing her clit, causing another orgasm to begin building. Damn, did he want her to come again?

Yosi wanted her to come again. Again and again and again. He couldn’t get enough of his Sela. He nearly came, spilling his seed into her wet pussy when he felt the first ripple and contraction of her cunt around his cock. And fuck, she was tight. Her pussy fit him tighter than a new leather glove. He wanted nothing more than to stay buried within her tight, wet heat forever. He eased the pressure on her clit a little, not wanting her following orgasm to overtake her too quickly lest he burst within her. He continued pounding Sela’s pussy,

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eyes trained on the place of their joining. He watched as his cock, slick with her abundant arousal, slid in and out of her cunt. “Sela mine. Good.” “So good, so fucking good, Yosi,” she crooned, eyes closed. A fine sheen of sweat covered her chest and stomach. He’d been working her good, giving her the fucking they both craved. Wanting a change of pace and new position, he stopped thrusting and left his cock fully seated in her heat. When he stopped moving, she rolled her head around, propping it on a shoulder as her eyes drifted open. Her smooth, honey eyes pleaded with him to continue, but he resisted. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he hoisted her from her cardboard and frozen meat perch, holding her securely and clutching her ass cheeks. Moving two feet over, he pushed her back against a higher stack of boxes. Now, he’d be sure to pound her clit and cunt with every stroke. Sela’s arms slid around his neck, fingers sinking into his receding snow-white hair. He’d taken the edge off just by thrusting into her, and he’d begin returning to “normal” as soon as he spilled his seed. He looked forward to uttering sentences longer than one word, but he refused to be hurried. His Sela would have at least one more orgasm, he promised himself. Cupping her voluptuous ass also gave him other ideas. If they had a bottle of lube and more time, he’d happily take her rear hole. For now, he’d settle for teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves there. Sliding his fingers along her crease as he slowed his frantic pace to something a little closer to a crawl, he skimmed her puckered hole and she clenched both her pussy and ass in response. “Sela mine.” He repeated the motion, but this time he lingered over the area, increasing the pressure until his fingertip slipped past the ring of muscle. Again her holes clenched and flexed in response. Perfect. “Gods yes, Yosi. Yes.” She moaned against his neck, fingers knotting in his hair, pulling him closer. She didn’t seem afraid of him in his natural form. Not afraid of

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tugging and pulling on his hair or inciting his beast. If anything, she seemed to encourage his rough handling. Sela wrapped her legs around his waist and, gripping his shoulders, began to ride him as he stood, the boxes at her back. “Good. So good, Sela mine.” Almost full sentences that time. Her loving was slowly bringing him back from the land of one-words. Working in tandem with her motions, he began again with a rapid thrust and retreat. Occasionally he held her steady as he fucked her as fast as a hummingbird flapped its wings. Every collision of their bodies was followed by a gasp or groan from his Sela. She hadn’t stopped him yet and if the tightening of her cunt was any indication, she more than enjoyed every minute of his lovemaking. Slipping his finger farther into her passage, he was rewarded with a soft bite to his neck. “Fuck me, Yosi. Fuck me hard.” Sela sunk her teeth into the flesh of his shoulder then, not breaking skin, but arousing him even further. Rough. His Sela liked rough and tumble sex and wasn’t afraid of him. “Fuck hard, Sela mine.” He’d been alternating between slow and fast, both in an effort to forestall her orgasm as well as his own. He wanted it now, though. Yosi wanted to come just as Sela came on his cock. He steadied his thrusts into a predictable rhythm. In and out. Over and again. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room and mingled with their moans and pants. Yosi’s release approached, as did Sela’s. He could feel her pulse increase, her body tightening as if preparing for another climax. His own orgasm sung through his entire being. He felt as if a thousand hands stroked his fur, all brushing this amazing release toward his cock and balls. His shaft throbbed in time with his pattering heart. The feelings centered on the apex of his thighs, wrapping around his solid shaft. Then, oh gods, then it traveled to his balls and suddenly he was coming. His seed spurted from his cock and straight into Sela’s waiting pussy. He came with a roar, holding his cock deep within her pulsing walls as she came with him. Her cries and screams of completion mingled with his own.

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Thrusting once, then twice more, he released her, sliding his cock free of her heat as he helped Sela gain her feet. She stood on shaky legs for a moment, seeming to be in a bit of a daze. Hell, he was too. Their lovemaking had been fierce and frenzied. She continued to stroke and pet the fur on his chest as she gained her bearings and he found himself enjoying the touch, not shying away from it as he usually did. Too many stories from childhood about being in a petting zoo had made him feel like all humans only wanted to touch him for the “thrill” of stroking a yeti. Yet Sela… Sela seemed to actually enjoy and crave the connection. As did he. Gathering her in his arms, he picked up his pants from the floor and strode toward the wall farthest from the cooling vents. He was ready for a nap, but he wanted to keep his Sela warm as well. She didn’t speak as he pulled his jeans on before settling on the hard floor. Dragging her into his lap, he tucked her head beneath his chin and she snuggled close. Stroking her arms and back idly, he closed his eyes. “Sleep, Sela mine. We won’t be getting out tonight and I’ll keep you warm.”

Chapter Four Sela woke with a start; glancing around the room she looked for what had woken her. Checking her watch, she was surprised it was already eight in the morning. Damn, Yosi’s fucking had exhausted her and her wolf. After their initial round when he’d rocketed her into multi-orgasmic bliss, she’d conked out and not once did her wolf clamor to be let out to feed and frolic with the monthly midnight moon. Disentangling herself from Yosi’s arms, she eased to her feet, muscles aching and twinging in protest. Standing next to him, staring down into his peaceful face, she couldn’t believe she was looking at the same man who had been so rough with her the night before. Not that she minded, but the soft smile on his lips and his disheveled hair did not make him look like the big, bad yeti she’d stared down and dared only a few hours ago. With a regretful sigh, she turned on her heel and padded across the freezing concrete floor. She’d had enough of the frozen prison and she’d be busting out, soon. The goons Ron left to watch her had probably been taken over by lust during the night and run off to hunt for something to eat or fuck. Or, knowing the type of people Ron surrounded himself with, possibly both. Standing in front of the huge metal door, she stared at the latching mechanism, following the gears and chains to the rope. Once pulled, she’d be home free. Too bad the fuckers had cut… No! They hadn’t cut it, just tied it up. Looking around the open area, she tried to judge the distance between the top of the highest stack of pallets and the dangling, knotted rope. Maybe, just maybe she could reach the damned thing. She’d probably hurt something fierce when she let go and landed, but at least she’d be free and not have to wonder about Ron’s surprises when he finally came to let them out.

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Climbing to the highest point, she eyed her target. No way in hell could she leap that far in her human form. Damn, she’d have to shift. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, she called to her wolf, letting it run free within her soul, body and mind. It didn’t take long for the powerful beast to answer her call. Within moments, the change was upon Sela. Her bones shifted, popping and reforming into her wolf shape while the beast’s heightened senses took hold. The soft whirring and metallic clang of the cooling system assaulted her ears, but she tried tuning them out. There were other sounds to look for, sounds of those dangerous wolves. Perking her ears, she listened. For a while, there was nothing. Then… In the distance she could hear it… mumbling. “Fucking wolves. Fucking hate wolves. Damned shifters.” Followed by a deep snore. Well, that answered Sela’s question about what Yosi would think about her furry tendencies. Deciding to get the door open as quickly as possible and away from the wolfhating yeti, Sela focused on the rope once again. Crouching down low, she prepped for her jump. It would be a decent leap, but getting a hold on the rope was the least of her worries. While her body weight would be enough to engage the release for the door, she then had to worry about dropping to the ground and not hurting herself. She needed to make a quick getaway. Sending a little prayer to the heavens, Sela leapt, sailing through the air and toward the knot in the rope. Snagging it with her teeth, she allowed her body weight to trigger the door and then released her bite. Body twisting and turning in the air, for a moment she wished she were a cat. At least then she would be guaranteed to land on her feet. Nonetheless, she managed to land on the concrete floor with a soft grunt, her legs collapsing beneath her as the jolt of her landing reverberated up her legs into her joints. Whimpering, she lay on the ground, waiting for the pain to recede. She didn’t have long though; a mighty bellow broke the silence of the freezer. “Sela!” All was quiet for a moment, before the shout came again. “Sela! Where are you?”

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Surging to her feet, she padded through the open doorway at a trot, eager to be away from the man who could fuck her so thoroughly, call her his and then dream of his hatred for her kind. She needed to put as much distance between them as possible. Matter of fact, she needed to leave town altogether. Sela had never felt like a “normal” wolf. She’d been born a natural loner, always wandering off to read and be by herself as a child. As she grew and filled out, it became apparent that she didn’t look like any of the other female wolves. While they were chiseled muscles and honed power, she was… not. Now, with Ron’s latest obsession with her, and his attempt at “convincing,” maybe she needed to go somewhere where nobody knew her name or what she was. A plan formed in Sela’s mind, one that involved her great-grandmother’s old cabin and a new life. One that would be far from stupid yetis named Yosi and even dumber, hateful wolves like Ron. A place where she could be happy and free of commitments to her pack. Sela would be her own pack, damn it.

Yosi surged to his feet, stalking through the freezer looking for Sela. A loud grating sound followed by a whimper had woken him. The wolves. The fucking wolves had come back and now they were hurting her. He’d kill them. Tear them limb from limb for daring to touch her. Nearing the doorway, he slowed his approach, listening for the sounds of others. Hearing nothing, he peered around the corner and found the area vacant, completely empty. Sela was nowhere in sight. While her clothes still lay in a pile near where they’d made love, she was gone. Approaching the boxes of hamburger meat, he snatched her turquoise skirt. It was then he noticed the deep cuts to the boxes, the tearing of the cardboard as if something with claws had dug into the surface. She was a wolf. Damn. And he’d thought the scent had simply seeped into his clothes from his fight with Ron and his goons. It had never dawned on him that his Sela was one of them. Gathering her skirt to his nose, he inhaled her scent, verifying what his mind had already deduced. She was a wolf, but she was his wolf. He’d be damned if

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she ran away from him now, not after he’d found happiness within her body. She hadn’t shied away at his ferocity, but seemed to enjoy it and embrace him. They had issues to sort through, but he wanted to be by her side and get to know one another. Intimately. Still holding the turquoise fabric in hand, Yosi strode from the freezer with one thing on his mind. He needed to find Sela. He followed her scent to the parking lot of the building, but there he lost it amid the myriad of odors from passing cars and all the other humans. He’d never find her at this rate. There was only one thing to do. He needed to find the alpha, let him know of his intent and order the creature to show him to Sela. Damn, he really didn’t want to go back to The Den. It didn’t take him long. The bastards from the night before had left him his truck, the spare set of keys still hidden under the seat and his suitcase still in the back. Thank God, he didn’t want to wander around town naked. Within half an hour he stood outside The Den, kicking the door down with his bare foot. Sometimes, being a yeti had its perks. Striding through the entrance, stepping over the wooden remnants of the door, Yosi backhanded the first wolf to approach. He didn’t have time for small skirmishes and as long as they didn’t pull a gun, he was happy to knock these pups on their asses. “Alpha!” Yosi knocked another were to the ground, out cold. “Alpha! Get out here!” He could feel his natural fur sprouting from his skin, covering him in a thin layer of white. His voice deepened. “Alpha.” Yosi picked up a chair, happy to destroy the bar, until the man he sought came out and stopped him with a command. “Stop. What do you want?” Turning, Yosi lowered the chair back to the ground. “Sela.” “Sela?” The alpha’s brow furrowed. “What do you want with Sela?” Yosi shoved the chair aside, striding toward the alpha. “Mine.” He stared down at the man. He didn’t cower or back down from Yosi’s feral gaze and their eyes stayed locked in a silent fight for dominance.

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“You think to claim one of my pack?” The alpha’s brow rose in question. Arrogant. Yosi’s mind flitted from one thought to the next, trying to find an easy way to get what he wanted without starting an all-out war between yeti and wolf. His mother would kick his ass if he started a war over a woman. One thing came to mind. “You forfeited her life.” The alpha growled. “She was locked in a freezer all night with me by one of your own. Both of us put there by your wolves, by the weasel Ron, to die. You cannot protect her from her pack. I can. I will. She’s mine.” The alpha seemed pensive, his face becoming an impassive mask as he processed Yosi’s words. Yosi did his best to stay calm. He needed to be able to carry on a conversation and going feral, again, would not help matters. “Ron put you both in the deep freezer at the plant?” Yosi nodded. “Yes. I wouldn’t let him fuck me and I have to assume that Sela was there for the same reason.” “I see.” The alpha snapped his fingers and a young wolf-boy approached. He issued whispered instructions to the youngling before returning his attention to Yosi. “This is Raymond. He will take you to Sela’s home. You have my permission to claim her, but only if she agrees. Please tell her that she shall never have to worry about Ron, or his antics, again. They are at an end. Now.” With another nod, Yosi strode toward the demolished door, the other wolves cowering as he passed. The sound of the soft steps of the trailing wolf-boy met his ears and he felt content that he would be with his Sela again soon. Settling behind the wheel of his truck, he waited for the wolf-boy to join him. Once strapped in, he reached to start the truck when a high-pitched howl cut through the air. Yosi’s heart stopped. Had the alpha lied? Were they coming after him and not letting him go to Sela? “That was my brother.” A soft whisper filled the cab. “What?” He stared at the boy, barely older than a cub, incredulous.

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“That was my brother Ron. Royce just put him down for what he did to you and Sela,” the boy whispered again. Yosi didn’t say anything; he was speechless. Put down? Like a dog? Starting the truck, he pulled out of the parking lot, and focused on driving until the boy spoke again. “They wanted to do that to Sela once, but Papa wouldn’t let them. The pack said she wasn’t a good wolf, was too fat to be a good wolf. I always liked Sela just the way she was, but not everyone did.” The boy sniffled. “But Papa died and Royce became alpha and even he agreed with Papa’s beliefs that everyone was as God decreed. Including Sela. Eventually everyone got used to Sela being so fat.” Yosi resisted the urge to growl; he wanted to hear what the pup had to say. “But then Ron started acting crazier and no one would do anything about it because that’s how God made him.” Pulling to a stoplight, he looked down at the small wolf-boy, tears brimming in his tiny brown eyes. “He shouldn’t have tried to kill you or Sela. That’s why Royce did it. I hope you really care for her. She’s always nice to me, even if I am a runt. She loves everybody.” Not anymore. Now, she’ll love only me.

Chapter Five Sela pulled her car to a stop outside her cabin, the heater working overtime to compensate for the snow and cold. Damn it, the natural cold was worse than that of the freezer she’d been locked in three months ago. Wow, had it really already been three months since she’d been in that freezing, metallic prison? Pushing the painful feeling of loss aside, she shoved the car door open. She needed to get her groceries inside and then maybe start a fire to warm up. Boots crunching in the snow, she stomped through the fresh, new fallen powder as she made her way to the trunk. In no time, she had it open and began hoisting bags into her arms. She’d made the hour-long drive to the nearest town, bought groceries and now she’d returned. After four hours of driving and shopping, she felt worn out. It didn’t help matters that it began snowing as she started up the mountain. Nearing the front door of her great-grandmother’s, no, her cabin, she heard the telltale thump and crunch of ice following behind her. Damn it! Laughing, she yelled over her shoulder, “Ysai! Didn’t I tell you I’d shoot your ass next time you came over when I’d just bought groceries?” Sela fiddled with the door, unable to open it while her arms were laden with bags. “I hope to God you brought cookie dough this time, woman. I’m not sharing mine with you.” She mumbled under her breath. “Damned yetis and their appetites.” The stomping continued as she worked on opening the door. Ysai had to be pissed at someone for her to go completely feral with the heavy stomping and grunting. Maybe she’d had another run-in with her mother. Even though the three of them had become fast friends after Sela arrived, Ysai and her mom occasionally had “disagreements.” Funny, after her night with Yosi, she no longer feared yetis as a whole

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like she previously had. Her great-grandmother’s tales seemed more like horror stories when compared with the truth. The mother and daughter had made sure that any other yetis on the mountain steered clear of her and didn’t give her any trouble. “Just because she’s a wolf doesn’t mean she’s bad. It just makes her different. And we’re okay with different,” Yolande, Ysai’s mother, had said, before staring at the yeti who Sela now knew as cousin Roscoe. “Right, Roscoe?” Cousin Roscoe had been born with a shocking mat of orange-red hair which, when he chose to go au naturel, covered his entire body. The poor guy looked like a great big pumpkin wandering through the woods. Dropping her bags to the ground, Sela shoved the cabin door open and nudged the bags inside before turning around. Squinting to keep the nasty wind from drying out her eyes, she stared at the ground as she strode back to her car, skirting the angry yeti. “Come on, Ysai, help me get these groceries in the house and you can tell me all about what your mother did this time to piss you off.” Sela wasn’t expecting to be stopped. She definitely wasn’t expecting the solid arm of a yeti to snake around her waist, pulling her flush against a well-muscled, furcovered chest. Least of all, she wasn’t expecting the grunt of approval and the low growled, harsh words pushed through the yeti’s lips. “Sela mine.” Yosi. His name flitted through her mind a moment before his lips crashed against hers. He didn’t wait for her to open for him; didn’t wait and ask for permission. He thrust his tongue between her lips, conquering, plundering and taking her mouth with a ferocity similar to the one night they’d shared together. Recovering from her surprise, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, tasting every inch of the moist cavern, taking all that he had to give. Their tongues twined and danced, Sela’s arousal blossoming, pussy clenching with each passing second. They both dueled for dominance, but she knew how to get to him, how to tame the beast. With a moan, she began suckling his tongue, pulling it farther into her mouth and showing Yosi just how talented she was.

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It was as if they’d never been parted. Their passions ignited, bodies burning as she licked and sucked his tongue, interspersing her attentions with soft whispers. “Yosi… missed you.” She had missed him. The moment she’d fled the freezer, she missed his touch and his reassuring warmth, but for her own preservation, she’d had to leave. Sure that he would forget her the moment they parted, she’d never tried looking for him and hadn’t told anyone where she’d gone. With luck, she hoped her pack would think she’d finally met the business end of a hunter’s rifle. It had been no secret that the pack didn’t like her or her curves. But Yosi had found her and it felt glorious to have his hands on her again, stroking and caressing her body as their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. He pulled away, nuzzling her neck and breathing deep. “Sela mine. No leave again.” They’d spent one night together in a sex crazed bliss, him calling her Sela mine at every turn, and now he’d hunted her down, asking her never to leave again. Sela’s wolf clamored for her to agree, to stay with the great white lug, and she didn’t question the feeling. Her wolf could sense far more than she could. Stroking Yosi’s fur, she agreed. “I won’t leave you, never leave you again, Yosi mine.” He grunted in response and she figured she’d have to wait for him to calm down before she’d get anything beyond single-word sentences. She gasped when he released her and took a step back, eyeing her clothes. “Sela mine?” She nodded. “Good. Run, Sela mine. Run.” “Yeti…” she warned. He smiled. “Run, Sela mine.” Aroused, scared and excited, Sela spun around and broke into a dead run, feet pounding and stomping through the half-foot of snow. She could hear the trees and bushes breaking as Yosi chased after her. Cutting around a tree, she lost one of her shoes. Damned slip-ons, they hadn’t been practical, but she hadn’t expected a chase through the woods either. Kicking off

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her other shoe, she continued to flee barefoot. With each step Sela prayed she didn’t step on some unseen danger lurking below the snow. Unzipping her jacket, she tossed it to the snow as well. She’d come find it later, after Yosi had fucked her senseless. No sense in letting him ruin a perfectly good coat. Her sweater followed the jacket as she darted toward one of her favorite places. It would be perfect for their reunion. Unwilling to stop and shuck her pants for fear that he’d catch her too soon, she figured some things had to be sacrificed for love. Love? Her wolf howled its approval and Sela shook her head. Stupid animal. Following the same path as countless days before, Sela scrambled atop her boulder. Breathless, she waited, legs spread like before. True, she wore jeans this time, but Sela was confident Yosi would take care of that for her. He came lumbering through the brush, growling as he stomped closer. A few feet away, he stopped. The same look of indecision flitted across his face for a moment. And then he was there, standing between her thighs, steely cock jutting between them. He gripped the waist of her jeans, pulling and wrenching the fabric from her body until she wore only her panties. Those didn’t last long either. With a quick tug, she was left nude and cold. “Warm me, Yosi. Make love to me.” Yosi surprised her by dropping to his knees between her thighs, and rubbing his cheek against the plump flesh of her leg. “Taste.” Sela watched spellbound as his tongue snaked out to lap at her slit, sliding along from the center of her heat to her clit. He flicked the aching nub in a rapid beat and she raised her hips, rocking forward for more. Just like before, the chase had aroused her, gotten her pussy hot, slick and ready for Yosi. Only, she hadn’t expected this. His tongue swirled around her clit; round and round he went, coaxing more juices from her body as he aroused her. She whimpered when he ceased teasing her clit, and moaned -- which quickly turned into a shout when he plunged his nubile tongue into her heat, lapping at the cream. He circled her opening, stroking the sensitive, aching flesh until she’d had enough. “Fuck me, eat me, make me come, Yosi!” she demanded.

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He chuckled against her pussy, the vibrations traveling like lightning through her taut muscles. Suddenly, he got serious, returning his attentions to her clit and shoving one wide, thick finger into her pussy. Weight resting on her hands, she arched into his thrusts and pressed her pussy to his face. Her orgasm approached, the tingling traveling all over her body and centering on her heat. She thrust against him, working with his motions to push it along. Propping her feet on the boulder, she gained leverage, fucking herself on his finger. “That’s it. Right there. Fuck me.” He growled low before wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking. Fuck, he sucked on her clit, his finger moving in and out of her cunt so damned fast. Panting, she arched, muscles taut as the pure blinding pleasure of her orgasm ripped through her. She came with a scream, Yosi’s name on her lips as he continued to fuck her with his finger, easing her through her release. As her spasms and twinges subsided, Yosi pulled his thick digit from her pussy and stood. She watched as he stuck it into his mouth, licking it clean. “Delicious, Sela mine.” He stepped forward, inching the tip of his cock into her heat. “You are mine, Sela. No running, no hiding.” She nodded -- she couldn’t fight him. Her body didn’t want to and part of her heart, well, inexplicably her heart didn’t want to fight either.

Yosi internally breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t going to fight him. Thank God. He’d been searching for her for months and now when he’d found her, he didn’t want to let her go. He’d nearly killed his sister, Ysai, when she told him of the female wolf, Sela, living on their mountain. Yosi had been in denial at first, convinced that the wolf wasn’t his Sela. But further “discussion” with his sister, involving a toilet and her head being stuck in it while it was flushed, proved enlightening. The female wolf on their mountain was his Sela. Sela mine. Gripping her hips he pressed his thumbs to her blood engorged clit. He loved that his Sela was larger than most females, but still small enough that his hands easily

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spanned her hips. Now he could hold her steady while thrusting into her. Tightening his hold, he thrust his cock into her waiting heat, hissing as he held back the orgasm that threatened to burst from such little contact. He hadn’t been with a woman since the first time with Sela. It had been a while. Pulling out in a slow leisurely retreat, he thrust forward again, hard, sealing their bodies together, pelvis to pelvis. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock, stroking him even though he hadn’t moved again. “Sela.” He growled. “Yeti. Make love to me, Yosi.” She slid her hands along his fur-covered arms and he sighed, feeling at peace and content for the first time in a long time. His Sela didn’t cringe at his excess body hair and seemed to embrace his sometimes basic nature, his need to chase his prey and then devour it. Rubbing tiny circles on her clit, he began a punishing pace of retreat and thrust, shoving his cock in and out of her tight, rippling cunt. No longer worried about Sela, knowing she was a wolf and not a human, Yosi was able to let go and release his true nature on her. Faster and faster he moved, continuing to stroke her clit as he pumped Sela with his shaft. Watching her plump breasts bounce and jiggle with every thrust, Yosi latched onto one with his mouth, suckling her beaded nipple. “Yes, God, yes!” Her pussy tightened around him. Damn, she’d be coming soon, coming all over his cock. He sucked on her nipple again, hollowing his cheeks as he tugged the nub before biting her, giving her something to remind her of the rejoining. He didn’t break the skin, but he did want to leave a somewhat lasting mark. When her fingers twined in his hair, pulling his face closer instead of pushing him away, he knew she’d enjoyed what he’d done. Releasing her with a pop, he moved to the other breast, repeating the motions. Sucking, licking and biting, primal and hot, he made love to her. Sela’s pussy continued to clench and release his cock as he pumped in and out of her tight cunt. In. Out. In. Out. He varied his speed, going fast, thrusting hard, before

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slowing to a crawling pace. Every variation caused Sela to whine, whimper, moan and beg for more. He’d give her more; he’d give her everything. The moment Yosi discovered her apartment emptied and found out from her landlady that Sela had rushed in and paid to break her lease, he’d been lost. Like a ship at sea without a compass, he didn’t know where to turn. His mother had told him that things would work out, to give it time, but he hadn’t wanted to wait. He’d questioned every wolf he came across, describing her in as much detail as he dared, and every male gave him the same response. “A fat wolf? Why do you want her?” Yosi had been in more fights than he cared to mention to his mother or Sela during his search for her. Wolves obviously didn’t know true beauty. Not a single one of them. “Yosi, please…” She pressed a kiss to his temple, the additional contact heightening his need. Releasing her breast, he captured her mouth in a soul-searing kiss and then tore his mouth away from hers. “Sela mine.” He’d come too quickly with her kisses. She placed the palm of her hand against his chest. “Yosi mine. Yeti mine.” Eyes going wide, he stared at her a moment, seeing the truth in her face. He began loving her anew, hips pumping his cock in and out of her pussy, retreating and slamming home again in a fast and furious pace. He rubbed her clit in dizzying circles, causing her pussy to rhythmically tighten around his shaft. Faster and faster he moved, rushing them both toward the orgasm they’d been chasing. His release rushed forward, causing every hair on his body to rise, goose bumps covering his skin as jolts of electricity skittered and slid along his nerves. With a roar, he came deep within her pussy, his seed spurting from his cock in spasms timed with his thrusts. Once, twice, he continued to push his cock, sliding it along her inner walls. He wanted his come to seep into her body, wanted it to soak into her waiting pussy, travel to her womb and create life. He didn’t know what they would have if they created a child, just that it would be theirs.

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Distantly he heard Sela scream his name as she tightened around him, her body drawn taut beneath him as her own climax washed over her. Panting, they both remained motionless, recovering from their orgasms. Moments later, Sela stroked his cheek before running her fingers through the hair at the base of his skull. “Yosi mine,” she murmured before passing out.

*** When Sela woke, she found herself lying on her couch, wrapped in a warm blanket with a fire going in the fireplace. Yosi. He’d taken care of her after he’d fucked her unconscious. Thinking over everything, she found it all too good to be true. The gorgeous, muscular man with startling blue eyes and possessive nature couldn’t want her. Could he? She didn’t know. Even after every declaration of “Sela mine,” she had to wonder if he meant “mine forever” or “mine for now.” Hell, most of their conversations up until this point had consisted of one-word sentences, and the bulk of them ended with the word “mine.” Chuckling, she sat up, pulling the blanket more securely around her. They definitely needed to talk, not just fuck. Noises from the direction of the kitchen caught her attention and she looked through the one-room cabin to find Yosi making a tray of hot chocolate and coffee. The snow-white fur of his true nature no longer covered him from head to toe. Just a small dusting on his chest revealed his inner yeti. Well, at least he seemed thoughtful. She remained quiet as he carried the drinks over and he glanced at her quickly before focusing on the tray. After he set it down, he plopped onto the couch next to her, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. She noticed he’d stolen a pair of her brother’s sweatpants. Well, at least one of them wore clothes. He handed her a cup of hot chocolate and when she didn’t take a sip, he urged her on. “Go ahead, drink it. I didn’t drug you or anything.” He smiled, and damn, it was beautiful. A man shouldn’t be thought beautiful, but Sela couldn’t help it.

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Smiling in return, she took a sip of her steaming drink and savored the sweet chocolate as it traveled over her taste buds. “Perfect.” She set the drink aside; they needed to talk. “No, you are.” He slid his finger over her now empty hand, stroking her skin with a feather-light touch. “You are so perfect.” Twining her fingers with his, she marveled at the difference in their size. He could crush her, easily. And yet, even when they fucked hard and heavy, he seemed to care for her and her vulnerability. “We need to talk, Yosi.” “That doesn’t sound good. You said you were mine, Sela. What…” He’d gone on the defensive. Men. They never listen. Pressing her fingers to his mouth, she shushed him. “I am yours, Yosi. My wolf accepts you and I have to agree. Physically, I’m attracted to you more than any man. But what I’m talking about is that we need to get to know one another in something other than the biblical sense. Understand?” He nodded and then darted his tongue out to flick and lick her fingers. Sela felt her body respond, her pussy growing wet and heavy, achy with desire. Snatching her hand away, she glared at him, only half serious. “Yosi.” “What? I’m listening. It’s just that you taste so good.” He closed the distance between them, stealing a quick, chaste kiss before easing back. “You tempt me, Sela. I can’t help it, but I’ll try and be good. You want to get to know one another, we’ll get to know one another.” He twined their fingers together, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, and she shivered at the contact. “First thing you should know about me is…” He took a deep breath, suddenly serious. She nibbled her lip, worried about what he was about to reveal. Was he married? Did he have children? Shit! Children! They’d never used protection! Even now she could be pregnant… “I’m a yeti.” She gasped. “A yeti! Where?” she asked, dripping sarcasm. “No, not were, love. That’s you. I’m a yeti.”

Celia Kyle Celia would have loved to have written her own biography, but she just didn’t know what to say. In a fit of desperation, she turned to me, her most trusted confidant and friend. I realize you’re asking yourself, “Who is this?” I am Cali, her cat. I also go by a few other names, but those may be too strong for your delicate ears. Suffice it to say my mommy is very creative and not just with writing. My mommy, Celia, began writing in August of 2006. I know this because it was around that time our meals started coming later and later in the day. As months passed, she spent more and more time in front of the boring screen. Though, it was fun to chase the little arrow around every once in a while. You should hear her scream! But I digress. She’s worked hard to give readers sexy, quirky heroines they can relate to. And you better damn well appreciate it. All I got was late night feedings. And I didn’t even make it into one of her books by name! That damn kitten, Katie O’Meghan, did. Bitch. Well, enjoy her writings and if you want to praise her for her work… don’t. I’d like to get fed at some point, people. Fine. If you must contact her, her website is at www.celiakyle.com or you can send an email to [email protected]. But when I go hungry, I’ll blame you all!