Scent of a Wolf's Mate

by Tory Richards

  Connor looked back at Serena, running his gaze over her alluring shape outlined in the tight jeans and white button down blouse she was wearing. He watched her nipples harden right before his eyes, then looked up and said with amusement, “Look at her eyes, Max. It’s beginning.”

  Max looked and smiled. Serena’s eyes were the same sensual amber color as Connor’s.

  “I bet the next time we mate, her fangs come out.” Connor grew hard just thinking about that. “Go home to Rose.” He jerked his arm free. “I’ll call you later about how the meeting went.”

  Connor walked around the front of the Hummer and stopped for a moment to stare up at Serena. She was just as aroused as he was. His gaze went to her sex, and he inhaled deeply. Her scent made him salivate. Jesus! All the way home he’d gone over what he was going to say to her, how he was going to make her understand, and now all he wanted to do was rip her clothes off and fuck her into exhaustion. The look in her eyes told him that she was confused and afraid. Connor intended to change that look into a flame.

  Slowly, he took the steps one at a time until he was standing directly in front of her. The first thing his nose picked up was that she’d showered, yet it had done nothing to wash off her seductive wolf’s scent. Connor knew she wasn’t wearing any perfume or powder, but she smelled of wildness and springtime, and the wolf in him wanted to frolic with her in mountain meadows and splash with her through icy brooks.

  He figured that after he’d mated with her a few more times she’d be ready for the change, and he’d be more than ready to meet her wolf. Holding her gaze, he had to give her credit for having the courage to stand her ground when he was willing to bet she’d like to make a run for it.

  “Max told me you want to leave.” Connor’s gaze moved over her face and exposed neck. Reaching up, he gently moved the material of her blouse aside over her shoulder, exposing the tiny wound he’d inflicted on her earlier. He wasn’t surprised to find that it was almost healed.

  He felt Serena shiver, and his gaze shifted down to her exposed cleavage. So beautiful! He leaned forward and placed a kiss against the flesh swelling over her bra.

  “You can’t hold me here,” she said in a nervous tone. Connor wondered if she knew that she was holding her head back so he could get to her more easily. “I–I…” She released a small whimper when he dipped his tongue into her cleavage. “Oh, my, don’t do that,” she said weakly.

  He was about to burst right through his pants, and her she-wolf essence was overwhelming his control and his senses. Connor felt his breath come out in pants as he worked his way up Serena’s neck and jaw to her soft, moist lips. She trembled wildly when his mouth covered hers.

  As much as Connor wanted to take his time and love on her slowly, as soon as he tasted the sweet passion of her mouth he lost all control. With a wolf’s growl his kiss turned hard and demanding, coaxing her wolf to reveal herself.

  He crushed Serena to him, letting her feel the arousal of his body. His cock pushed against his zipper with the hunger of wanting to be inside her body. As her whimpers and sighs registered her level of desire, Connor took the edges of her blouse and ripped it open so that he could get to more of her satiny flesh.

  He broke their kiss, his gaze zeroing in on the front clasp of her sexy bra. It didn’t take him long to unclasp it and free her glorious breasts. They fell like ripe melons into his palms, just begging to be squeezed and kissed. As Connor lowered his face Serena arched her back, offering herself to him with a breathless sigh.

  Connor wrapped an arm around her waist, bending Serena backwards so he had easier access to kiss and nip at her taut nipples. She released a small cry. His mistake was looking up into her eyes. They were the color of burnished gold, the large, black pupils dilating right before his eyes.

  God, help her, his fangs came out. On the verge of changing, Connor lifted Serena into his arms and made his way inside. He barely made it to the bedroom before falling with her onto the bed. Everything turned wild at that point, as they both tore at each other’s clothing until they were naked and straining against each other in a frenzied mating.

  Serena, unaccustomed to her wolf, didn’t know how to handle the raw animal needs coursing through her blood. Connor recognized that the state she was in could easily turn deadly if he didn’t give her some relief, and now. Her she-wolf was trying to make an appearance and Serena was confusing it with her desire for him.

  As she twisted wildly beneath him, Connor nudged her thighs apart with his knee and prepared to penetrate her. A soft growl traveled up Serena’s throat, surprising her as much as it did him. Their gazes locked, and when she opened her mouth to pant he saw the tip of her fangs descend. Fuck! She was beautiful, flushed with wild color, and almost ready to meet her wolf. Almost.

  Acting fast, Connor thrust forward, burying his cock all the way until he met resistance. Oh, God! She felt fucking good, and she was so tight. She bowed up with a sound of pleasure, forcing him even deeper. He groaned and began to move.

  “Faster, Connor! Harder!” Serena cried, running her hands all over him. “I’m burning up inside!”

  Hearing the desperation in her tone, Conner decided there would be time for finesse later. He slapped his mouth down on hers and started to move in a fast and steady tempo designed to bring them both quick relief. Without breaking rhythm, he worked his way between their bodies so he could manipulate her clit. As soon as he found the hard, little nub Serena’s nails dug into him.

  “God, yes, Connor!” Her hips rose to meet his thrusts. “Right there! Don’t stop!”

  He didn’t plan to, circling, pinching, and rubbing the pea-sized protuberance with gentle vigor. She was so fucking responsive, her unrestrained passion fueling the mating lust in his blood to gigantic proportions. Connor struggled to keep his wolf contained, mesmerized by the flushed beauty of Serena’s face as she gave him everything.

  When the moment of release came they were side by side, exploding around each other with mutual growls of pleasure. The intensity of their orgasms dominated the movements of their shuddering bodies. Connor couldn’t remember ever coming so vigorously, and as his cock ejected streams of cum inside Serena, she emitted a tiny scream, leaning forward and sinking her fangs into his shoulder.

  Fuck, oh, fuck! Serena didn’t know it but she couldn’t have done anything more significant to his wolf than bite him during mating. It was a show of affection and acceptance. Connor’s heart slammed in his chest, and for the first time in his life he was afraid. As he knotted inside her sweet body, it took all of his concentration not to make the change completely, showing Serena his true wolf form.

  They sank against each other, drained and panting heavily. As Connor rested his head against Serena’s shoulder he felt her tongue lapping at the wound she’d inflicted. Jesus! She doesn’t know what she’s doing, but everything she does is so right. He knew he should distance himself from her, but he didn’t have the strength.

  His cock moved of its own accord, ejecting more cum. He released a groan when Serena’s muscles tightened around him, as if milking him. As her tongue continued to taste him, ripples of pleasure continued down his body in delicious waves. For someone who was very recently a virgin, Serena’s mating instincts were a pleasant, welcomed surprise.

  “I have questions.” She murmured soft words against Connor’s ear.

  He couldn’t contain his grin. “I have answers.” First thing’s first, though, he was still locked inside her body.

  “What–”

  Connor cut off what she was about to say by kissing her. She tasted of wild innocence and sweet surrender. “But not right now.”

  “Then when?” Serena asked stubbornly when the kiss ended.

  “When I can think more clearly.” He brushed the words against her soft mouth.

  “And when will that be?”

  The woman had a one-track mind. He chuckled. “When my cock isn’t buried deep inside you.” He pulled back slightly to meet her eyes. �
��How about then?”

  Connor watched her lovely eyes flare with his comment. Then she lowered her gaze, with shyness, no doubt. Once the swelling of the knot diminished he pulled his cock out, wincing slightly.

  “I suggest we dress and get something to eat. We can talk out on the porch.” Serena nodded her agreement. Good. Connor knew the bedroom wasn’t the place to have the talk they were going to have. The conversation was bound to ignite emotions neither of them could control.

  Kissing Serena’s nose, he reluctantly pulled away.

  Chapter 8

  Oh, God, it was all true! What she’d overheard between Connor and Max about being wolves hadn’t been a dream or the conversation between two deranged lunatics. It was the truth, as frightening as it was. Serena had realized that when Connor had returned home and their gazes had met. Something inside her had recognized it as well. The wolf in her? God, I’m losing it! How can any of this be real?

  Serena didn’t want to believe it because none of it made sense. Werewolves weren’t supposed to exist. They were a fantasy, a made-up myth like vampires and demons that walked the earth, a subject that made good reading for paranormal fans, and good TV, but not real life. Yet she couldn’t deny that having sex with Connor had done something phenomenal to her, and she wanted to know exactly what that was.

  She had so many questions. Connor had been right in suggesting that they talk out on the porch. Serena was intensely attracted to him, it seemed that every time they made love her feelings grew, and something inside her was changing. The man was virtually a stranger to her, yet she couldn’t ignore the deep connection drawing them together.

  She glanced over at Connor. He was sitting beside her in what was obviously a homemade lounge chair, staring straight ahead. They’d just finished eating a light snack of cheese and fruit in silence, and had set their plates on a small table between them. Serena reached for her iced tea, the movement drawing Connor’s attention.

  Their gazes met and held. “Okay, you said you have questions, ask away.”

  She took a drink and set her glass back down. “It’s true, isn’t it?”

  “About being wolves?” Serena nodded. “Yes. Did you think that you’d encountered a community of mad men?”

  “I didn’t know. What you and Max were talking about…” She hesitated. “It just didn’t seem feasible. Do you know how frightening it is hearing two grown men talking about being wolves?”

  “But you believe it now?”

  Serena hesitated before answering. Do I believe it? She wasn’t quite ready to admit anything yet, so she compromised. “I’m not sure how much I believe, but I know something is going on. I know I’m changing.”

  She wondered what Connor was thinking behind his dark, assessing gaze. His set expression didn’t tell Serena anything either, but her intuition told her that he was thinking things over. Her thoughts flashed back to their intense lovemaking, the liberties she’d allowed him to take, and their unexplained drive to consume each other. The heat crawling up her neck and into her cheeks warned Serena that she was reacting to the memories. His sexy, crooked grin told her that he knew what she was thinking.

  “Why don’t we begin with a story that might answer some of the questions you have floating around in that pretty head of yours.”

  “Okay. I’m listening.” She took a sip of her iced tea.

  “Do me one favor though.” Serena glanced back over at him and waited. “Don’t interrupt me until I’m done, no matter how badly you want to.”

  She nodded, agreeing to his terms.

  Connor released a heavy sigh. “Hell, I almost wish that you’d been raised here after you were born, but for your safety, and my sanity, once it became obvious that you were my life-mate you were removed from the community. You were adopted out, but the elders kept tabs on you while you were growing up. I was the one who decided when you would come back.

  Shifters have existed since the beginning of time, and they aren’t just wolves. There are communities of shifters all over the world, and we all have the same number one rule—we don’t expose ourselves to outsiders. On the rare occasion that it happens, we’re forced to either kill them or turn them.” He ignored Serena’s gasp.

  “Most shifters are immortal once they reach adulthood, and we all have life-mates. It can take years to find them, and the few who don’t can’t breed.” Connor turned and pinned Serena with a telling look. “I was six when you were born, and I knew immediately that you were my mate. Once a she-wolf begins her cycle she becomes irresistible, but we’re not allowed to claim her until she reaches eighteen. The elders were wise to send you away.” He turned his gaze back to the forest before them.

  “When a she-wolf goes into heat she sends out powerful pheromones. Her mate can pick up on her scent for miles away. That’s what told me you were here the other night. That’s how I found you in the woods and was able to protect you from Clive when he attacked you.”

  Serena had heard enough, and was busting at the seams to ask the many questions swimming in her dazed brain. “Clive?”

  Connor chuckled. “I’m impressed. You stayed quiet a lot longer than I thought you would,” he teased. “Clive is my half-brother.”

  Serena gasped, recalling the size and viciousness of the black wolf. “But—“ She stopped abruptly, still unwilling to put her thoughts into words because that would somehow make it all real.

  The resigned sound Connor made revealed his frustration. He leaned forward in his chair, his arms resting on his muscular thighs and his hands dangling between them. Serena’s gaze moved over his new position, taking note of the solid strength that his jeans and shirt barely concealed. She quickly averted her eyes from the zipper area and the impressive bulge there.

  “Serena, I know this is hard for you to take in. I’m aware it sounds like a fairytale.”

  “Yes it does!” Serena jumped to her feet and went to the railing that enclosed the porch. She scanned the forest around them, breathing in deeply to calm her nerves. Mistake, because all it did was fill her lungs with him. She swung back around to face Connor.

  “What’s happening to me?” she whispered in confusion, her gaze locking on to his.

  “When you entered my territory, you went into heat. Your wolf’s body knows I’m your mate, and reacted to my nearness. Just as my body reacted to your presence, telling me that you were near. I tracked you down by your scent, reaching you just as Clive was about to attack.”

  Serena remembered the beautiful silver wolf that had intercepted the black wolf’s lunge at her, saving her life. He’d been magnificent.

  “I thought I saw another wolf, a silver one, but then I fell to the ground,” she paused, frustrated that the events were so cloudy. “I thought it was a man, though…”

  “I changed back into my human form so you wouldn’t be frightened, but the whole situation was too much for you and you passed out.”

  Oh, God! Everything Connor said was true. “So, I’m a shifter, too?”

  He reached for her and she allowed him to pull her into the cradle of his thighs. “You will be.” He pulled Serena down onto his lap. “It’s already happening. Every time we fuck I leave my mark on you.” He nuzzled the side of her neck.

  Serena recalled him biting her, but the tiny wound was almost gone, and then she remembered biting him. She pulled back sharply, meeting his eyes briefly before pulling his shirt aside. There was nothing there! Connor laughed softly, as if knowing what she’d been looking for.

  “I was so sure I’d bitten you earlier.”

  “You did. Shifters heal very fast. The only reason yours isn’t completely gone is that you haven’t shifted yet.” Connor kissed Serena’s jaw line. “Your first time is coming, though.” He sounded pleased at the thought.

  Serena sighed, closing her eyes and swaying into the seductive pull of his tone, just before he kissed her. Without warning, a searing heat exploded inside her, causing her to shiver wildly. She gasped, surprised at how f
ast her body was reacting to Connor’s. He was turning her on in record time, and the hard cock pounding beneath her bottom wasn’t helping.

  “You’re so beautiful, Serena, I couldn’t ask for a more responsive mate.” He said the words against her arched throat, his hand shaping her breast.

  “Is this, is this all werewolves do?” she asked softly, feeling a moist heat between her thighs.

  He laughed and pulled back to meet her gaze, humor dancing in his. “The three days you’re in heat, yes. My wolf can’t resist the heat pheromones you give off.”

  “So when I’m not in heat, you’re immune to me?”

  “Not hardly,” Connor responded, his breath turning a little ragged. “But our coupling won’t be as intense as it has been.”

  It was intense, Serena couldn’t argue with that. Of course, she had nothing to compare it with, but she instinctively knew. There was so much to digest, but right now it was all Serena could do to remain still on Connor’s lap. His cock was pushing against her bottom, keeping her hot, and his roaming mouth was wreaking havoc with her thought process and breathing.

  Serena was vaguely aware of the sun disappearing behind the mountains and the temperature turning cooler. It felt heavenly against her over-heated body. Connor’s mouth licked a trail of fire over her exposed skin above her blouse, and when that got in the way he undid one button, then another, working his way to the end. He parted the material and kissed his way down her bare breasts to her tingling nipples.

  Connor groaned, taking one into his mouth. Serena was glad she’d decided to forego her bra so that he had access to whatever he wanted. As he sucked and tongued her aching flesh, she began to squirm against his raging hard-on, getting a low growl in response.

  “Serena.” His tone sounded like a warning, his breathing was uneven. “Be careful or you might find yourself getting fucked right here on the porch.”

  His words inflamed her, causing desire to soak the silk covering her pussy. Serena moaned low, moving her butt even more. She wished she were wearing a dress. It would be so easy to lift her skirt and straddle his lap. Damn, did she bring any dresses with her?