I squealed as he picked me up off the ground, his muscles easily lifting my weight, then wrapped my legs tight about his hips, rubbing myself against him, desperate for what he was going to give me.

He might have been the wolf, but I felt like an animal, driven only by an overwhelming and instinctive need. I was a female in the presence of a dominant and aggressive male, with an attraction pulsing between us I couldn’t deny. I needed him inside me, and it needed to happen now.

Tanner's tongue pushed into my mouth and I sucked on it, tasting him and grinding my frantic body against his, feeling his hard, muscular form against mine. Dropping me to my feet again, though never losing control of my mouth, he pressed me back into the wall and I whimpered as I felt the most potent muscle of all stirring to life in his pants. Tanner was big, and growing bigger, and I worked myself against him with almost despairing frustration, feeling his still imprisoned cock throbbing powerfully in response.

I moaned as he slid down my body to his knees, denying me the delicious friction of his swollen cock and the feel of his mouth on mine. But that mouth had another destination.

I gasped in anticipation as he lifted my loose dress - brilliant choice - and slid a hand up my trembling thigh to caress my core through my panties, already soaked through. That gentleness was only momentary, in the next instant, he ripped the garment from my unresisting body, tossing them aside, and I felt the cool night air on my heated private parts. As I looked down, I saw Tanner's eyes staring at what he had revealed, the burning heat in his gaze was almost as arousing as the thought of what he might do next.

He wasn't slow to act. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out as Tanner lunged forward, as if he was going for the jugular of an enemy, burying his face in me, his tongue squirming inside my wet tunnel. As his hands grabbed my flesh, squeezing at my thighs and up round to my ass, I yanked up my dress, which had fallen down about his head, so I could look down at what he was doing. With my other hand, I clutched his head, tugging hard on his black hair, not caring if it hurt him. He growled in response, the sound seeming to reverberate against my enflamed clitoris.

The feelings that were erupting from my core were indescribable. Bright colors seemed to fire in my head as the intense sensations burned their way up through my body like fireworks composed of pure pleasure. Tanner might have been an aggressively virile male, but he was so much more than pure power, the skill of what he was doing with his tongue was beyond anything any man had ever done to me, the sensations beyond anything I had ever experienced. I had been hotly aroused since entering the Pack Lodge earlier, the fight had pushed me further, now, Tanner's skilled mouth was fast taking me over the edge, the flickering flames of an incredible orgasm already boiling in my loins.

I flung a leg over Tanner's shoulder, pulling him further into me, harder against me, relishing the friction of his rough face against my tender pussy almost as much as I relished the feel of his agile tongue inside me. Tanner responded instantly, tugging more roughly at my flesh with his hands, pressing against me to push his tongue deeper into my aching core.

"Ahh..." The moment was almost on me. I had lost all ability to think, moving on animal instinct and the desperate need to come. I bucked my hips in time with my throaty cries of desire, working myself against Tanner's face until, "Ahh!"

I clutched him to me as I erupted into his mouth, gasping and groaning as I came, hard. Tanner growled into me afresh. The action of his tongue against my clit sent me straight over the edge again, clutching at him as my system dealt with a second orgasm searing through me like wildfire.

That had never happened to me before. Not ever.

I almost collapsed on the ground, only held up by the strong man who still knelt in front of me. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I tried to recover my breath and my grip on reality, both of which had slipped away in the throes of orgasm.

But Tanner wasn't done with me yet and wasn't giving me any chance to recover. His own needs were as keen as mine, and a man like Tanner - a creature, like Tanner - would only put his own desires aside for so long.

He sprang to his feet, grabbing hold of my hips as I was still unsteady on my legs, and fastened himself hungrily onto my mouth. I tasted myself on him as we kissed.

The growl thrummed in my mouth as he ground himself against me and I felt the hard evidence of his long-suppressed desire. Maybe it was the feel of that huge, greedy cock against me, or the realization that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but whatever it was, any exhaustion in my body was washed away by a fresh wave of desire that swept through me.

I was ready for more.

Which was just as well. Tanner twisted me round to face the wall and I braced myself with my arms and ground my ass back into him, feeling his dick lurch powerfully against my firm cheeks. I heard his zipper and the sound of clothing being moved aside. Still, I kept my face pressed to the cool brickwork in front of me, wanting to look, and yet also wanting to be taken by surprise. He threw up my loose dress, baring my ass cheeks to his lust-filled gaze and, seconds later, I caught my breath as I felt the hot skin of his pounding shaft pressed between my ass cheeks. I clawed at the wall as he worked that throbbing shaft up and down the crease, making it swell still further, the blood surging through it so hard that I could feel his pulse against my sensitive ass.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I looked back over my shoulder and was rewarded with the deliciously obscene sight of Tanner's cock protruding from the top of my ass cleavage. It did not look as big as it had felt to me - it looked bigger. My eyes widened at the sight of it.

“It’s going to be good, little one,” he assured me in a gritty voice.

Grabbing his cock in his fist, he pulled back from my ass and lined up the bloated head at my wet entrance. I started and squealed as he gave my ass a firm smack - not hard, but enough to set my juices bubbling afresh.

"Ready?"

I braced myself against the wall. Tanner thrust forward and I cried out. Thanks to my earlier excitement, I was slick with juice, and Tanner had been able to go into me, to the hilt, in one muscular shove, but to be suddenly so stuffed with cock was still a shock to my system. Six months of abstinence wiped away in one devastating moment that almost had me coming again straight away. My internal muscles clamped hard on Tanner, then released, and then rippled up and down his length, as if my body could not believe the girth and strength of this invader and had to check.

I craned my head about and was delighted to see that it was not just me overtaken by the ecstasy of the moment. Tanner's eyes burned as never before, like a blue flame flickered somewhere in the darkness of his pupils. His teeth were clenched and his jaw set as he fought to control himself. His eyes met mine, seeing the heated desire in me that mirrored his own, and, as I watched, his face spasmed into that of the wolf and back to human again, passing across his handsome features like a change of expression.

The sight made something primal rear up inside of me and I growled at the back of my throat, "Fuck me."

I wanted to be fucked by the wolf, by the animal. I wanted it to be raw and primitive. Above all, I wanted it to be now.

Tanner snarled as he pulled out of me so only the bulbous head remained and then drove the full length back in, his hips smacking against me, flattening my bare ass cheeks, pushing me into the wall.

"Harder," I gasped through clenched teeth.

Tanner grabbed a tight hold on my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh, and began to pummel my backside like a steam engine, each muscular thrust driving his huge cock deep inside me. His breath came in harsh gasps as he pumped into me, stretching me wide with his thick length and igniting every nerve with fierce pleasure. My own breaths came fast and hard, each one knocked from me by the power of his thrusts. I was sure I felt the tight grip on my hips changing fluidly from hands to claws and back again, but perhaps that was just my imagination, because it was what I wanted to feel.

It was sex like I had never experienced before. I'd been with big strong men and I'd been fucked raw and hard, but those men seldom, if ever, remembered that I was there, too. Tanner was giving me the overhauling of a lifetime, so I could barely catch my breath and would be showing the marks for days to come, but he was doing it for me, not to me. He might be an animal, but he was an animal determined to give his mate the time of her life, and boy did he know how to go about it.

As my climax approached, my head lolled so my long hair spilled down my back. My eyes were squeezed tight shut, focused on the sharp, irresistible pleasure pricking my loins into yet another searingly hot come. It was inevitable, but I fought against it, I wanted to enjoy this punishing, primitive fuck for as long as I could, to relish every bruising blow of his hips on my ass. Also, I wanted to come with him, to reach my pinnacle just as he gushed his wolf seed into me.

I heard the strained growl from behind that told me he was reaching that point. Not even Tanner, with his immense strength and lupine stamina, could keep going like this forever, and he damn sure wasn't going to slow down or back off. My own orgasm now felt like a physical thing, pressing against my insides, desperate to escape. I wanted it so badly but if only I could cling on until...

Tanner let out a low, protracted groan as he thrust forward one last time, twisting his hips as he went to give me one more tweak of pleasure-loaded pain. His cock bucked and twitched inside me as he fired off, coming in hard spurts, taking me along with him. It was blindingly intense as my channel squeezed and clenched around his massive length and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.

I think I blacked out for a moment, overwhelmed by the suffusion of pleasure ballooning from my body. When I came around, I found Tanner cradling me against him as he leaned with one hand against the wall.

"That was incredible."

I hadn't expected him to say that. I sort of assumed it was all in a day's work for a male like him. The direct heir to the Kenai Pack could have his choice of females, and when that heir looked like Tanner, he must have been beating them off with a stick.

I said nothing in reply, but kissed along the strong line of his jaw, which I hope said it all.

After a few minutes of recovery, we disengaged, Tanner slipping from my aching core. I rearranged my dress and found the werewolf looking at me, a heat still in those dark eyes.

"Heir’s House isn't far from here."

It might seem like I was letting my natural urges get the better of my judgment, but this was the perfect opportunity to learn more about one of my suspects. Or, at least, that was what I told myself as we walked back to the rambling mansion in which the three Kenai heirs made their home.

"What were you doing at the party?" he asked, as we walked. "I mean, I'm not complaining - I'm very glad you were there - but... You're a part-wolf, right?"

"I did some work for your father," I said, which was almost true. "He asked what he could give me as reward. I said an invite to any event where I could meet you." It seemed best to stick to my story that I was a woman who liked a bit of tail - not so very uncommon.

"My father?" The words said little but the black tone said a lot.

"Just some admin stuff," I lied. "Wolves don't much like paperwork, but if you live in the world..."

Tanner nodded. "We're still finding a way to fit in."

"How come you left so early?" I asked, which hopefully seemed like an innocent enough question.

"My presence was 'required'," said Tanner, sternly, "so I attended. My remaining was not required, so I left. I have no wish to see my father take yet another mate in the hope of producing an heir to supplant myself and my brothers."

"Why would he want to do that?" I asked. It was an easy open to start getting all sides of this family drama, and there were always as many sides as there were people. The best way to get to the bottom of who had made an attempt on King’s life would be to find the truth, which was undoubtedly buried in the middle somewhere.

"Because we are all disappointments. Hudson is the playboy who spends his time and money on drink, gambling and human women. Gray is the disobedient son who married for love rather than as his father wanted. And I'm the off-the-rails liability who acts without thinking."

It was pretty much what King had told me. "That's how he sees you?"

"That's who we are," admitted Tanner. "Hudson does party till he drops, Gray does disobey our father. And I think tonight has shown that I don't think much before acting. But that's all he sees. He doesn't see Hudson's loyalty or Gray's love. He doesn't see that acting on instinct can sometimes have the best results."

I caught him smiling at me and flushed with the compliment.

"Besides," Tanner continued. "Maria will replace my mother in my father's harem. She died last year."

"I'm sorry."

"So, you can see that I have plenty of reasons not to enjoy tonight's party. I wanted some time alone, which is hard for me to get around the heartland. The outskirts of Kenai territory are more dangerous for me but... at least I can be alone."

"At least the night ended well," I ventured.

He smiled in reply. We had now arrived at Heir’s House and Tanner led me silently up the stairs through the building. Even in my current state - flushed with excitement and throbbing with a mix of satisfaction and desire - I still took a moment to wonder at being in here. I had passed this place many times on the street, but to be inside one of the most important of Kenai buildings was not how I had expected tonight to work out.

I had to keep my mind on my work - it was into this building that King's attempted assassin had run. Might there be clues left?

Tanner's bedroom was a large suite on one of the upper floors. A king size bed was against one wall, and a large, full-length window looked out over the city. Tanner crossed the room, shedding clothes casually as he went.

"Werewolves prefer to be naked in the comfort of their homes, even around others."

"I can see the advantages of that." I tried not to stare but his penis was perhaps even more impressive when soft than it had been at full stretch. It swung, dangerously between his strong legs, long and heavy enough to make your mind inevitably turn to just how big it could get.

Tanner went to the window, unconcerned by his nudity, now on display to anyone who looked up. "Look at it; the Kenai territory. I sometimes feel like I don't want it - screw the old man. But other times... We've known nothing but violence. I do feel that I might do some good as Pack Leader. Make my mark. And really, what else can I be?" His head hung. "Not that it matters. He'll never pick me as his heir."

I walked towards him, letting the dress slip from my body as I walked. When I reached him at the window, I was as nude as he was for the whole city to see. I'm not an exhibitionist, I prefer to cover up, but tonight, it did not seem to matter.

Tanner's hands landed lightly on my hips, then slid up my sides to cup the full orbs of my breasts.

"You are incredibly beautiful."

I have a lean body shape, blessed with surprisingly rounded breasts and buttocks, which look like I stole them from a curvier woman, but somehow suit my slim form better. My eyes are an unusual light green, and I inherited the sharp, fox-like features of my gran. Also, I have great hair. My point is; Tanner was not the first man to tell me I was incredibly beautiful and, all modesty aside, he had a good point. But from him, it meant more.

Between us, his slumbering cock had started to wake and I descended to my knees to kiss it good morning. Tanner sighed as I took him into my mouth, his hands stroking my hair and face as I slowly sucked him to full-blooded arousal. He tasted different to other men I had been with - of wolf or simply of Tanner, I could not say.

Somehow, he tasted of virility, of strength, as if to this point I had been dating boys, but now was with a man. My hands slipped up his legs, caressing the muscles of his thighs, which flexed spastically in time with my long, languorous sucks on his growing member. With one hand, I continued up and around his hip to trace my nails across the skin of his hard ass cheeks and delve into the wicked hollow between them. The other went between his legs to find and tug on the heavy, pendulous balls that hung there. With each new element I added, his cock throbbed harder in my mouth and his sighs increased. I was taking him right to the brink, and I was more than ready to take him over it and have him shoot his load down my throat while the city watched us from below.

But Tanner had other, more generous, ideas. He reached down to gather me back up to my feet, kissing me hard, unconcerned by the taste of his own cock on my mouth. With muscular ease, he swept me up into his strong arms and carried me to the bed, while I continued to kiss at his mouth, his cheeks, chin, eyes, neck and everywhere else I could reach.

We slid beneath the silken sheets and I pulled him to me, spreading my legs for him, my hands clutching at his ripped body as his hard cock bounced off my tummy. We kissed long and deep, and when it finally broke, I looked into his eyes. The fire was not there, but it had been replaced by something deeper, something just as wonderful, something I feared to put a name to when I saw it in the eyes of the man I was supposed to be investigating.

He had told me why he was leaving the party early and it had seemed a perfectly believable excuse. But, truth be told, I wasn't thinking straight as Tanner guided his swollen member to my wetness and sank into me again, submerging me in a sea of bliss. I wrapped my long legs around his muscular hips, drawing him as far into me as possible so my whole body throbbed with his strength.

"Slow..." I murmured vaguely, barely able to speak, my voice thick with desire. Tanner nodded, and kissed me, and began to move.