Sunday, August 07, 2011

Wild West: Lone Wolf Justice by Cynthia Sax

Lone Wolf Justice

by Cynthia SaxCover art: Zuri
ISBN: 978-1-60521-632-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense
Theme(s): Werewolves, Shapeshifters, BBW, Men and Women in Uniform, Alternative Universe
Series: Wolves of the Wild West
Length: Novella
Page Count: 37

Diana left her family, friends, and everything else she knew behind her to travel west, fulfilling her destiny as a mail order bride. When she arrives in Big Rock, she discovers the wolf shifter of her dreams isn't the man she is to marry.
With one look at the curvy blonde in the ridiculous pink bonnet, Justice is smitten. She insists he's the man of her dreams, but how can that be? He's a no-account, half-breed lawman, neither wolf nor human, and she's been contracted to another.

Lone Wolf Justice
Cynthia Sax
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Cynthia Sax

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Diana's eyelids grew heavy as she stared out the stagecoach window at the seemingly never-ending expanse of sun-baked brush. Every rotation of the wooden wheels brought her closer to her future and to a bridegroom she'd never met, but after days of continuous travel, her excitement had given way to exhaustion, and she slipped into the vision that had brought her across the country, far from her friends, family, and everything she had ever known.
* * *
Diana shook water out of the clean white linens, then took a clothespin from her homemade apron and clipped the wet cotton to the line. The night breeze rippled the cloth, spraying droplets on her hot, naked body, but she didn't pause to enjoy the decadent sensation. She had a full basket of clothes to hang before her husband came home. When he saw the moonlight reflecting off the brightly colored fabric, he would know she was a good wife, and he would boast to other men about her usefulness. She would be more than simply a pretty face.
A growl rolled through the silence, and Diana turned, the man's shirt she held slapping against her thigh. Facing her was a large brown wolf. His haunches were rounded, and his teeth were bared in a display of primitive possession. Her nipples tightened, and her pussy moistened, as the wolf was wild and fierce and hers.
He ran by her, his soft fur brushing against her legs, and she chased him, laughing, as he darted between the blowing bed sheets, snapping at the cloth, as playful as a pup. He was fast, a creature of the night, and Diana soon lost sight of him.
"Where are you?" she called as she searched, frantic to find him and experience the passion he brought her.
Strong, human hands caught her, and she tumbled into him, landing on a broad, heaving chest covered with brown hair. Her palms pressed against a tight, defined stomach, his hard cock nestled between her thighs. They rolled on the dew-covered grass, their limbs entwining, until she stared up at him, his rugged face silhouetted against a blanket of twinkling stars, his dark eyes gleaming.
"I caught ya," he declared, his deep voice softened by a rumbling drawl. He pinned her to the ground with his hips, grinding her ass into the grass.
"You're mine, Di." He always called her Di. He was the only one who did.
"I've always been yours." That was the truth. A part of her soul had been linked to his for as long as she remembered. "Come." She wrapped her legs around his trim waist, rubbing her pussy juices onto his skin, wantonly pleasuring herself with his body. "And claim me." She was his for the taking.
"Mine," he growled, reminding her of the beast-man he was, and then kissed her, probing the seam of her lips with his tongue and the entrance of her pussy with his hard cock. She opened her mouth, allowing his exploration, and grasped onto his shoulders, needing the reassurance of his solid strength, as he pushed, easing his cock into her, stretching her. He was large, and she whimpered, tilting her hips upward to fully take him, feeling everything, the slide of skin against skin, the raised veins on his shaft, the tickling hairs around his base.
"Mine." He met her gaze, a connection humming between them. It was more than physical. It was the bonding of two lost souls, a merger of paths both present and future. Diana touched his beloved face, feeling the moisture of silently shed tears.
He kissed her palm and began to move, pumping into her with gentle, lazy strokes. She pushed up, meeting him halfway.
"Di, Di, Di." Her lover called her name as he thrust his cock into her pussy again and again, her ass smacking against the grass-covered ground, the dew seeping between her ass cheeks, dripping down her spine.
Diana clutched her cowboy's bulging biceps, pressing her lips to his collarbone, sucking skin, tasting the salt of his exertion. With each thrust, his chest hair rubbed against her sensitive nipples, teasing her into a frenzy of feeling.
His muscles hardened under her fingertips, and he grunted with desire, spiraling her already fever-pitched passion. She was close to coming, and when she did, he would too. He'd spill his seed inside her womb, and they would be one. All she needed was --
* * *
"Ma'am. Ma'am?"
Diana opened her eyes, dazed and confused, need rocking through her body.
The bearded face of one of her fellow passengers filled her field of vision. "If you're needing Big Rock, ma'am, you best get."
She had arrived. "Thank you, sir." Diana clasped her traveling bag, wished the stagecoach occupants a pleasant journey, and stepped down from the vehicle.
"Golly!" a little boy exclaimed, his eyes big in his dirt-covered face.
"Good morning." She smiled at him, moving farther away from the restless horses. The big beasts scared her, but she refused to show that fear, not wishing to embarrass her husband-to-be, wherever he might be. She was in the Wild West, and cowpokes, as she heard the men referred to, loved their horses. "What is your name?" she asked the boy.
The child merely blinked, his mouth hanging open, displaying the remnants of what looked to be his breakfast.
Diana adjusted her best bonnet, ensuring that it wasn't askew. She tucked her unruly curls behind her ears and smoothed down her pink traveling suit. Although she was satisfied she looked presentable, the boy continued to stare and Diana shrugged, dismissing his attentions as a child's inquisitive nature. She'd read that, in some small towns, strangers were a novelty.
Brimming with curiosity, she glanced around her at her new home. The streets were red dirt and lined with wide, wooden boardwalks. Horses were saddled, their reins attached to the hitching posts stationed in front of every whitewashed building. Men stood, leaning against anything they could lean against, their hats worn low, cheroots in hand, watching her. She didn't see Marvin Burton, her prospective bridegroom, the man of her dreams, and none of the other men greeted her with anything other than shock and suspicion. The sun beat down on her shoulders, causing a trickle of perspiration to run down her spine. She swallowed, her throat dry but her smile unwavering. Marvin must be running late. His advertisement had mentioned needing a helpmate. As the town didn't look very large, she would show him how helpful she could be, and meet him at his residence.
"Excuse me," she addressed the boy, bending over to look him in the eyes. "Do you know where I might find Mr. Marvin Burton?"
The child made a yipping sound and ran off, a dust cloud kicking up from his bare feet. Diana watched with a mixture of amusement and frustration. She'd scared him speechless.
"Does anyone know where I might find Mr. Marvin Burton?" She raised her voice. It wasn't ladylike, and her dear momma would be appalled, but Diana knew of no other way to gather the information she sought.
No one answered her...

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