Werewolf in Seattle: A Wild About You Novel

by Thompson, Vicki

  The corners of his mouth tilted up. “A wee bit.”

  She picked up her glass from the sand and held it out. “Fill me up, Scottie.”

  Colin groaned. “Do you have any idea how long my countrymen have had to deal with jokes about Star Trek Scottie?”

  “A long time?”

  “It’s been an eternity.”

  “Then I promise never to make another beam me up joke in your presence, Your… How am I supposed to refer to you, anyway?”

  “I told you.” He emptied the martini shaker into her glass. “Colin is fine.”

  “Yes, but if we’re going to capitalize on your Scottish heritage and the obvious Scottish ambiance of Whittier House, then I will be billing this place as the exclusive vacation spot owned by His Supreme High Lairdness, or something to that effect.”

  The corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement. “That’s not quite correct.”

  “Then what is correct?”

  “Colin MacDowell, Laird of Glenbarra.”

  “That’s it? No more flourishes?” She liked this change of subject, which directed the conversation away from her secrets and put the focus on Colin.

  “You could add The Most Honored in front of my name, although I shudder every time I hear that. Too stuffy.”

  “But it would suggest elegance, which is what I’d be going for.”

  “Then be sure to spell honour with a u, which is how we do it in Scotland.”

  “That’s a great idea.” She shouldn’t start counting her chickens about this inn project, but she couldn’t seem to help it. “I should adopt Scottish spellings for anything printed in connection with the inn. It helps set the tone I was mentioning to you earlier.”

  “Right.” He tackled his food again. “The tone that keeps guests from breaking up the furniture.”

  “They won’t do that, I promise. I’m very protective of the beautiful things in that house. They meant a lot to Geraldine, and I would want to preserve them for her sake. And for yours, of course.”

  “I believe you.” He put down his fork. “I also believe in Hector’s instincts. What aren’t you telling me, Luna?”

  Anxiety turned her stomach into a rock tumbler. He’d circled back to the topic, after all. “Everyone has secrets.”

  “I suppose so. Apart from me, that is. My life is an open book. I could probably do with a few more secrets. Maybe I should borrow some of yours.”

  “I doubt my secrets would work for you.” No one would look at Colin and peg him for a virgin.

  “I can’t help thinking your secrets have something to do with your being celibate all these years.”

  There was no help for it. She’d have to give him another piece of the puzzle and hope it didn’t cause more problems for her. “It does, in a way. When I said I’d been on my own a long time, that’s because I literally had no home.”

  “There were no packs to take you in?”

  She drank more of her martini, seeking courage. “My father, Byron Reynaud, was connected to the Trevelyan pack, but my parents split up before I was born.”

  “Split up?” He frowned. “I don’t understand how that could happen if your mother was pregnant with you.”

  “She didn’t want to stay here with my father. Pregnancy doesn’t mean you have to be chained to someone for life.” Now she wished fervently that her mother hadn’t bolted. Maybe both her mother and father would be alive today if Sophie had stayed in Seattle.

  “But a Were male can’t impregnate a female unless she’s pledged to be his mate for life.”

  “Really? Are you sure about that?”

  “Of course I’m sure. We’re all taught that when we go through puberty. It’s one of the basic pieces of information that we—” He paused to gaze at her. “You weren’t taught anything, were you?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “Don’t tell me you went through your first change alone.”

  She nodded. “I thought I was dying.”

  “That’s terrible! No Were should have to go through that by themselves. Where was your mother?”

  “She died when I was eight.”

  “Oh, Luna.” His blue eyes filled with compassion.

  Luna couldn’t decide whether this new information about being mated was good news or bad. On the one hand, it meant her parents were destined for each other, which made her feel special as the child of that union. On the other hand, it meant her mother had abandoned her mate.

  “So your mother left Seattle?”

  Luna took a deep breath. “That’s right. She caught a train. My father raced to the train station to try and stop her from leaving, but he had a car accident on the way… and died.”

  “God.”

  “I didn’t find out about that until I came up here and asked if anyone knew Byron Reynaud.”

  He groaned in dismay. “I’m sorry, Luna.”

  “So am I. I never knew him, but when I came to Seattle I’d counted on finding him more than I’d realized.” She stared out toward the water. “I’m sure my mother never heard what happened to him. She didn’t give any indication that he was dead, only that she’d loved him, but she didn’t belong here.” Luna hadn’t understood that as a child, but she got it now. Her mother wouldn’t have fit into the Were world.

  “What about her pack?”

  She didn’t have one. She was human. And that was the one secret Luna planned to keep forever. She’d never heard of anyone else being half-Were. What if they treated her like a freak? Being exposed as half-Were might destroy any chance she had of being accepted anywhere.

  “Never mind,” Colin said. “I can imagine what happened. She’d gone against the natural order by leaving her mate, so she wasn’t welcome in her own pack, either.” He shook his head. “What a tragedy. For her, for your father, and mostly for you.”

  Luna said nothing. By not contradicting him, she was guilty of a lie of omission, but considering the stakes, she felt justified. If Colin could leave it at that, she’d be extremely relieved.

  “But you’re using the name Reynaud,” he said. “Hasn’t anyone suspected that you’re Byron Reynaud’s daughter?”

  “In the first place, I don’t think anyone knew my mother was pregnant except maybe my father, and he died when she left. In the second place, when I first arrived in Seattle and contacted pack members, I told them that I was a distant cousin of Byron’s and I’d been told to look him up if I came to town.”

  “Turns out you were right to be cautious.” He set his plate aside. “But what about Byron’s parents? You could have grandparents in the area.”

  “I do.” She’d made a few more discreet inquiries about Byron’s family and had discovered that Edwina and Jacques Reynaud, who lived in a wealthy neighborhood in Seattle, were her father’s parents.

  He cradled his martini glass between his large hands. “I’m not the one to say, but it’s possible they would welcome you. It’s not your fault that your mother left and caused so much pain. You’re the child of their lost son, their only tie to him.”

  “They also could shun me as the daughter of the one who caused his death.” And if they knew that their son had been involved with a human, they would know that Luna was a half-blood Were. She couldn’t risk that getting out.

  “It’s true they might reject you.” His blue gaze remained steady. “As I said, it’s not my place to advise you on that. But if it were me, I’d want to know I had a granddaughter.”

  “I can’t assume they’re as kindhearted and trustworthy as you.”

  He smiled. “Was that a compliment?”

  “Yes, Colin MacDowell, Laird of Glenbarra, it was.”

  “I’m not sure I deserve it.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I’ve been sitting here wanting to kiss you again.”

  Heat flashed through her, the kind of moist, insistent heat that she now recognized as sexual longing. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “Probably not, but
I’m peshed enough not to care. You don’t have to worry that I’ll go beyond a simple kiss. The martinis and jet lag are catching up with me, and I doubt I could make a proper job of seducing you.”

  Which was exactly what she wanted him to do. She’d never thought she’d take such a chance, but she trusted Colin as she hadn’t trusted any male before. She didn’t know why, but she wanted him in a way she hadn’t allowed herself to want anyone. Surrendering would be so easy.

  If he was willing, and she thought he might be, he could teach her about Were sexuality. She could finally ask the questions that had simmered in her subconscious for years. Did Weres have sex in human form, wolf form, or both? Was there a mating ritual? Did wolves bite each other when they had sex? She knew nothing, and she hadn’t worked up the courage to ask anyone.

  But expecting Colin to be her tutor had a big problem attached. She also wanted him to be her boss, and having sex with a prospective boss, no matter how much Janet had encouraged her to gain leverage that way, seemed unethical.

  Colin set down his empty martini glass and stood. “I suppose you’re worried about being unprofessional.”

  She glanced up at him. The setting sun surrounded him with a golden aura and cast his face in shadow, making him look mysterious and virile. Her heart raced in anticipation, even as she opened her mouth to refuse his request. “I really don’t—”

  “One kiss.” He walked over and crouched in front of her, his arms balanced on his knees. “I promise that it will have no effect one way or the other on your proposal. That’s a separate matter, one I will give consideration to tomorrow, when I’ve had sleep and a chance to think about it.”

  This close, she could see small golden flecks in the intense blue of his eyes. “Do I have your word on that?”

  His voice grew endearingly solemn. “You have the word of a MacDowell.”

  “Oh, well, then, if I have the word of a MacDowell, what could go wrong?”

  “Nothing, lass.” Putting one hand on her knee, he cupped the back of her head with the other and leaned toward her. “It’s only a wee kiss, and the previous one could use some improvement, don’t you think?” His eyes drifted closed.

  “I wouldn’t know. Counting yours, I’ve only had two in my entire life.”

  His eyes snapped open and he nearly toppled over as he drew back. “Two?” He regained his balance.

  “That’s all.”

  He frowned. “Who was the other chap?”

  “A stranger. He was staying at the hotel where I worked and caught me in the hallway. It was disgusting, and I got away from him as quick as I could.”

  “Kneed him in the privates, then?” Colin sounded hopeful.

  “No. I squirmed and fought until he let me go.”

  “Pity. That sort could use a well-placed knee.”

  “I’ll remember that.”

  “Just so we’re clear, lass. I’m not that sort.” He leaned toward her again.

  “Never thought you were.”

  “You can close your eyes now.”

  “Oh.” She’d been so fascinated by his mouth descending on hers that she hadn’t wanted to miss a thing. But she’d seen screen kisses and knew eyes were usually closed. Dutifully she closed hers.

  “Better.” His breath touched her face.

  She breathed in, relishing the heady scent of him—a combination of musk, martini, and an intoxicating aroma that she suspected was exclusive to Colin MacDowell, Laird of Glenbarra.

  “When I kiss you, give me some resistance.”

  “You want me to resist?” That made no sense.

  “No, don’t resist me.” His lips brushed hers once, twice. “But when I apply pressure, you apply some, too.”

  Her heart was pounding so fast with excitement that she wondered if she’d pass out. He wouldn’t get any resistance, then, so she’d have to remain conscious. She gulped for air.

  “Don’t be nervous.”

  “Easy for you to say. You’ve done this thousands of times.”

  He chuckled. “Hardly.” He nibbled at her lower lip. “You have such a wonderful mouth.”

  “Thank you kindly.”

  “No, I must thank you for indulging me. Here comes the kiss.”

  She held her breath. “Ready.”

  “Don’t hold your breath. You’ll faint.”

  “This is more complicated than I realized.” She let out her breath. “It looks so easy in the movies.”

  “It is easy, once you get the hang of it. Just relax, and when I make contact, give me something back.” His mouth settled over hers.

  At first she froze, unable to think, unable to respond at all.

  His warm lips moved gently against hers. Tentatively she matched his movements.

  “Yes,” he murmured against her mouth. “Like that.”

  Made bolder by his praise, she put more energy into making contact. And then, as if ancient wisdom had finally bubbled up within her, she knew what to do. Grasping his head in both hands, she angled her head and took full possession of his mouth.

  His low moan of delight told her that she’d figured out this kissing business. His fingers tightened against her scalp and his breathing quickened. She’d succeeded in exciting him, and triumph bloomed in her heart.

  Then, when she was congratulating herself on the success of this kiss, he lifted his head just enough to end it.

  Her pride plummeted. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “Nay. You’re doing everything right. But if you would open your mouth a wee bit… ”

  “You want to put your tongue in my—”

  “Desperately.”

  “Okay.” When he resumed kissing her, she slackened her jaw. Surely this would be gross, but she would endure it because Colin wanted to… Oh, my. Oh, my.

  Now the moan belonged to her as she gave herself up to the decadent sensation of Colin’s tongue stroking the inside of her mouth. Innocent though she was, she understood that this was what sex with him would be like, and she wanted it. The wanting came in a tidal wave that swept aside every thought except one.

  Wrenching her mouth from his, she cupped his face, gripping him tightly as her gaze bored into his. “Have sex with me, Colin. Right now.”

  “That’s not wise.”

  “I don’t care what’s wise! I want to know what it’s—”

  “Not now.” He gasped for breath. “Not yet.” As his breathing steadied, he massaged her back in a slow, easy motion.

  “But I want to!” She’d lost all shame. He’d reduced her to raw, primitive need.

  “Give yourself time, lass. If it is to happen between us, I want to be rested. You deserve more than I’m prepared to give you tonight.”

  She threw back her head and groaned in frustration. “You had to go and kiss me!”

  “Yes.” He drew her head forward until she was forced to look at him. “I couldn’t let you think that what happened down by the water was a true kiss. I wanted you to know what a real kiss is all about.”

  “And as a result, I’m hot and frustrated. Happy now?”

  “Aye. We all need to go through these stages, and you have some catching up to do.” He brushed his mouth over hers one last time and stood. “It’s getting dark. And I need to go to bed before I collapse.”

  She drew a long, trembling breath. “Right.” She’d conveniently forgotten that he must be exhausted. But that was partly his fault. He’d started it by wanting to kiss her again.

  He held out his hand to help her up. “Let’s go back. We both could use a breather.”

  “I guess so.” But she knew what would happen once her rational brain took over. She’d chicken out. If he gave her a chance to think things over, as he was determined to do, she’d never go through with it.

  If they’d had sex tonight, she could have blamed her behavior on the charged atmosphere of the occasion. By tomorrow, she’d remember all the reasons why having sex with him was a really bad idea, beginning with the most important on
e—their potential business relationship.

  Tonight could have been her initiation into the wonders of carnal knowledge by someone who seemed to know his way around the subject. Apparently he thought postponing the event would make it better. She wasn’t going to tell him now, but postponing it meant that it wasn’t going to happen at all.

  Chapter 6

  Colin’s exhaustion was real enough, but that wasn’t his only reason for calling a halt. He had some decisions to make regarding Luna, including the business matter of her inn project, and the personal matter of wanting her with the heat of a thousand suns. Decisions on both questions should be made only after due consideration and not on the spur of the moment.

  This lusty attraction had scrambled his wits, which wasn’t a common problem for him. He would like to blame it on jet lag, but he feared it had to do with the beautiful Were herself. After he staggered to bed, and just before he fell into a dreamless sleep, he vowed to avoid being alone with her again until he’d sorted out his feelings.

  Fortunately, he had limited time to be tempted by that deadly combination of innocence and passionate response that had nearly undone him at twilight on Happy Hour Beach. He slept until nearly noon. He barely had time to shower, dress in a cotton long-sleeved shirt and slacks, and grab a quick snack before the real estate agent, Regis Trevelyan, arrived by motor launch. Colin spent the afternoon showing Regis, a graying Were with a slight paunch, around the estate. Late in the afternoon, Colin invited him to stay for dinner.

  He asked Luna to join them, and she agreed, but he noticed the rigid set of her jaw every time she looked at Regis. Maybe she thought that Colin had invited him to dinner because they’d signed a contract to list the property. The opposite was true. He’d invited Regis to dinner because the poor chap wouldn’t get the business, after all, and Colin wanted to offer him dinner as a small consolation.

  The dining room had never looked better, and Colin gave Luna and her hard-working staff credit for that. Beeswax tapers cast a mellow glow over the dark paneled walls, and flowers graced the center of the table and the sideboards, as well. Luna had pinned her hair up in that sexy, mysterious way known only to women, and had worn a simple ivory dress that outlined her body so deliciously that she was driving him slowly insane.