“Is that a Martha Stewart magazine?” he asked tentatively. His friend grinned up at him.

“Sure is. There’s a chocolate mousse recipe in here that looks positively delicious.” Vane grabbed his hiking pack and left to the sound of his friend’s laughter.

The chilled night air helped to calm his nerves. He left his cabin and decided to hike across the unmarked land instead of the usual worn paths. Pack members used the paths to stay within pack territory, but he knew this land better than anyone did. It was all his. He hiked his backpack higher and let his feet guide him.

It had been too long...weeks, since he’d visited the forest. His beast relished the crescent moon and the coming full moon. He walked quickly over fallen trees, climbed deftly down the main bluff, and vaulted over sharp crags. Animals squawked and scattered as his quiet steps tapped through the forest.

Stopping for a moment under a canopy of willow trees, Vane pulled out his water bottle and took a long drink. He stilled as the breeze changed direction and brought with it a new scent. The scent was bold, earthy, and sweet. Different. Lingering, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It smelled faintly of woman, lykaen, and something else. Something too vague to capture.

Intrigued, he tracked the scent through the woods. He followed the trail until he reached the end of his property line. He hesitated, unsure whether to stray so far from the pack. He made a quick phone call to Alfonse to let him know he’d be off territory for a while. Alfonse laughed at him before telling him to get a gallon of milk on the way home.

“Funny bastard,” Vane muttered under his breath.

Twenty minutes later, Vane passed through some low brush. He swiped at a low-hanging branch and passed under it. A large, two-story cabin resided straight ahead.

The scent was more potent here. He stopped and inhaled the rich scent deep into his lungs. Something about it raised his hackles and brought his cock to life.

Vane didn’t recognize the cabin, but the size of it spoke of money. Whoever built it here, with only a bare dirt path to it, wanted to stay hidden.

Creeping silently, Vane made his way to a first-floor window. The shades were open and a soft yellow light glowed out from a lamp in the corner. The scent was thick and strong this close. He wanted to roll around in it. Hell, something was almost familiar about it.

Vane flattened himself against the log cabin. H could smell the earthy scent of cedar, but it was overpowered by something much greater. He put his ear to the panel of wood, closed his eyes, and listened. He tuned out the birds, squirrels, and crickets at his feet and focused all of his lykaen hearing on the female inside. Intrigued, he was definitely intrigued.

His eyes shot open and his cock pulsed at the sound of a distinctly feminine moan. A deep male voice groaned. Just as quickly as his cock hardened, it deflated. His hands curled into fists. Whoa. What the hell was he angry at?

Before leaving, Vane wanted to at least see the woman who carried such an alluring scent. And a sexy moan. He had just tracked her for several miles.

He peered into the window and what he saw made his cock go from soft to painfully hard.

Vane nearly exploded in his jeans like a teenage boy. The sight before him had him staring like a dumbfounded idiot.

The woman was small, curvy, and perfect. She lay sprawled on a large sofa, rubbing her little pussy with fast fingers while watching a man and woman fucking on the television.

The sight had him fighting a groan. Never in all his years had a sight taken him with such force, such lust. It was like being hit in the cock with pure sex. He watched, slack jawed, as she worked her little fingers between her legs and rubbed her little pearl. Her pussy was pink, open, and so soft looking. He licked his lips. He’d bet it tasted even better than it looked. It was all he could do not to break through the window and take her. She needed a cock. His cock.

His balls pulled up hard and tight. Sweat beaded his brow, and his cock was a constant pulsing weight in his jeans. Unconsciously, he began rubbing his crotch against the cabin. The delicious pressure had cum leaking from his cock.

Forcing himself to watch the sight of the female touching herself wasn’t hard. Vaguely he heard the voices of the actors, a woman climaxing and a man grunting. He looked away from the sexy female long enough to see the man jacking off at the blonde’s tan ass. That sight did nothing for him. Which surprised him, but then again, his real interest rested with a passionate lykaen who was desperately rubbing her wet pussy towards a climatic build up.

He watched her fingers work faster, as she panted harder and quicker, so determined to find her pleasure. He couldn’t stand it and, in a second, tore open his zipper, and was tugging on his own hard dick. He clamped his mouth shut to keep from making a sound. Damn but it was hard. He almost laughed at his own pun.

From the corner of his eye, he watched male actor hunch over the woman and squeeze his balls. The female lykaen appeared to really like this as her hips undulated in a frantic rhythm at the sight.

Vane could smell her orgasm coming. It made his own semen leak out of his cock. He pumped faster, uncaring that he was jerking off in the middle of nowhere, outside a strange female’s house. His movements became just as quick and fierce as the actors did, except his attention was all on her. The actor on TV came in a long, guttural shout, and the lykaen’s breath froze.

Vane watched, fascinated, captivated, as her hips stopped in mid-motion, and she started coming. It was like watching a volcano erupt. She bucked hard and shouted the sound making him stroke his own cock in hard, jerky movements. He ached to feel her pussy quivering around his cock. She came for endless moments, and he came with her. He came so hard that he bit down on his lip to keep from making a sound. His cock throbbed, a burning heat in his fist as streams of hot semen shot against the log cabin.

He quickly flattened himself against the wall. He couldn’t breathe worth a damn, but with restraint, he kept quiet as he put his softening cock back into his jeans. He took a moment and rested against the cool wood.

Holy shit.

Vane had never lost control like that before.

There was a reason why he rose to the top and became Alpha of his pack, and it certainly wasn’t because he was impulsive and out of control. And certainly not because he was a peeping tom.

Vane heard movement inside and stilled against the cabin as he listened. He could have just left, but something kept him there, waiting.

Sarina’s eyes opened instantly alert. What was that?

She turned off the TV so she could hear better. She heard the soft hum of the refrigerator and the click of the AC turning on.

She walked around the room on light steps. Stopping at the front door, she peered through the peephole. Nothing. Straining to hear, she moved to the front cabin window and looked into the dark wooded night. Nada. Going to the window by the couch, she hesitated. Sudden apprehension filled her.

God she hated being alone like this. The forest noises always played tricks on her. Still, she went to the last window. The night was black outside. The trees thick and so close to each other they didn’t leave much room to see anything but a mesh of brown and green.

Her breath froze in her lungs. A very masculine scent wafted around her. It stunned her even as it stirred her blood.

Sarina grabbed the window and jerked it up.

“What the hell are you doing?” Gasping, Sarina looked into a pair of eyes as green as the leaves in summer. He was gorgeous. Absolutely feral. Hair the color of a raven’s feather settled and curled in a wave on his shoulders. She sniffed and smelled the lykaen in him. The unusual scent had a power to it that raised her temperature twenty degrees.