Eyes Like a Wolf

by Evangeline Anderson

  Taking a deep breath, I took a step toward the beast. It stood perfectly still, as though waiting to see what I would do. I took another step until I was close enough to touch it, close enough to feel the heat from its furry pelt and smell the dark, musky, male scent it exuded. The scent of the Amon-kai. With one trembling hand I reached out to stroke its chest, just as I had in my dream. The beast growled encouragement deep in its throat and I knew that Richard was urging me on. Boldly, I let my hand wander lower until I stroked the long, thick cock that quivered between his muscular thighs. He was hard and ready, and I could feel my pussy throbbing, letting me know that I was ready, too. Letting me know that my body was ready to accept his no matter how big he was or how frightening it seemed to kneel before the beast.

  Hardly knowing what I was doing, I dropped to my knees in front of him and rubbed the thick shaft against my cheek. There was another low growl of approval, and then one large paw stroked my long, loose hair so gently I could barely feel it.

  The scent of him was all around me now, filling my senses and overwhelming all my rational judgment. I had never dreamed I could want anything so much as I wanted Richard right then, even in the form of a beast. The broad, mushroom-shaped head of his cock was tipped with a pearly drop of his essence, and I leaned forward and lapped it off. It was salty and sweet and bitter and somehow completely delicious. I knew that I wanted more.

  I leaned forward again and sucked as much of the thick head into my mouth as I could, lapping eagerly to get more of Richard's cum, wanting to taste him as he had tasted me so many times. I wondered if he found me as delicious as I found him, if he understood how much I wanted him. But how could he unless I showed him?

  With one last lick, I released the massive cock and turned my back to the beast, just as I had in the dream. Then, settling myself on my hands and knees, I spread my legs and waited.

  But instead of the coarse brush of fur on my naked back and the hot breath of the beast on the nape of my neck, I felt a very human hand stroking the curve of my spine.

  “Rachel,” a deep voice murmured in my ear, and then Richard knelt beside me in human form, taking me into his arms.

  “Oh, Richard.” I threw my arms around him, pressing my naked breasts against his broad, bare chest. I wanted him so much I ached with it, and for the first time the need I felt for him didn't make me ashamed.

  “I had to know,” he whispered, kissing me gently on the cheek. “Had to know how you really felt about me. I knew if you could give in to your Amon-kai side enough to accept my beast, you could accept everything.”

  “You're right.” I kissed him hungrily, feeling the desire rise in me once more, the need for a second breeding. “You're right, Richard, I want you. I want all of it. I think I'm finally ready to commit to being what I really am.”

  “Which is?” He drew back to look me in the eyes, a little smile playing around the corners of his full mouth.

  “I am both more and less than human,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “I am Amon-kai. And I'm not ashamed of that.”

  “Good.” He nodded and stroked my cheek. “And are you ready to prove it?”

  “Prove it?” I felt my heart begin to beat faster. “How…how am I supposed to do that?”

  “By doing what both of us have been needing and wanting,” he said. “By accepting my cock into your pussy again for a second breeding.”

  At his words felt my sex gush with juice and my nipples tighten. My reasons were gone and my boundaries were stripped away. I knew I was going to accept him, was going to submit to him in any way he demanded.

  “Well?” Richard asked, and I realized he was waiting for an answer.

  “Yes,” I murmured, taking his hand and leading him toward the house. “Yes, Richard, I'll accept you. How…how do you want me?”

  We were in the bedroom now, and he leaned in to kiss me softly on the lips. “I want you in every possible position, but I have a feeling that this is going to be a long breeding,” he murmured. “So we ought to get comfortable.”

  I thought of how I'd fainted the night before while I tried to stand and let him breed me and nodded. It was good that we were someplace safe and secure this time, not in a cold iron cage with a dirty metal floor.

  “Let's do it like this.” Richard sat back against the headboard. He motioned to me, and the sight of his erect and ready cock caused another gush of moisture in my own sex. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to have him inside me. Still, I wasn't sure about the position.

  “Uh, sitting?” I asked, even as I straddled his thighs obediently.

  He nodded. “I want to be able to look in your beautiful eyes while I fuck you. I want to watch your face when my knot swells inside you and my essence fills you.”

  His words made me so hot I could hardly think. “Yes,” I whispered, scooting up so that the broad head of his cock was positioned directly under the entrance to my pussy. “Yes, Richard, I want that too.”

  “Of course you do, my beautiful Lana-zeel.” Carefully, he guided himself into my wet depths and I moaned as I felt him filling me to the core.

  “Look down, Rachel,” he commanded. “I want you to watch as my knot fills you—as we're joined together.”

  Biting my lower lip hard, I watched as the thick swelling pressed up inside me, filling me as it had the night before. For a moment I almost wasn't sure I could take it, but then, as I gasped and panted, something inside my body seemed to open up, just as Richard had told me it would, and the knot slipped fully into my pussy at last.

  “God, Richard!” I moaned as I felt his thickness begin to swell inside me, joining us together.

  “Feels good, doesn't it, baby?” he murmured, resting his hands on my waist. “Feels right, doesn't it?”

  “Yes! God, yes,” I gasped as the first spurt of his essence flooded me.

  “Good girl.” Richard's voice was hoarse, but he was still absolutely in control as he began moving his hips to fuck up into me. “Good girl, Rachel. Just ride me, baby. Just let me breed you.”

  I had no choice but to do as he said, but I had never found it easier to obey orders. Somehow everything he did felt right. His hands on my waist, holding me in place, the slow, hard motions of his cock inside me, even the continuous, hot stream of essence that flooded the mouth of my womb as he fucked me felt perfectly natural.

  Then Richard's thumb found the swollen nub of my clit, and I felt the pleasure spiraling lazily within me suddenly spike.

  “That's right, Rache,” Richard murmured, watching my face as the whip-crack orgasm shot through me. “That's right—come for me, baby. Need to make you come as many times as you can for the breeding to be right.”

  “God!” I gasped as I felt my inner muscles contract around the thick shaft invading my body. And then I realized that I was actually milking him—that my body was encouraging him to produce even more essence to flood me with.

  “Rachel,” Richard groaned softly as he continued to work his thick cock into me. “Rachel, I love you so much. Need you so much, my Lana-zeel.”

  “I…I love you too, Lanor-zur,” I whispered, using the strange name on him for the first time. And yet, as unfamiliar as it was, it felt perfectly right in my mouth. The same way his cock and his cum felt perfectly right in my pussy.

  As a deeper, more powerful orgasm began to build inside me, I realized that I had finally let go of my human ideas and embraced my heritage by embracing Richard. And in embracing him, I had found my true love—my mate for life.

  The boy with eyes like a wolf had come home at last, and I never intended to let him go.

  THE END

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  Prologue

  Dusk was falling on Idlewild Avenue. Rows of identical townhouses, lit softly from within, lined the street which was overshadowed by huge old oak trees. A light evening shower had just passed and now the atmosphere was
heavy with moisture. Tendrils of steam rose from the asphalt and the sweet scent of honeysuckle filled the air.

  In number eleven at the end of the row a slender female figure moved in front of a large picture window—one of the selling points of the otherwise unremarkable houses. She was walking back and forth, placing objects on a table, or perhaps taking them away—maybe cleaning up after dinner. She moved with ease and grace as she did the mundane chore, completely unaware that she was being watched.

  Across the road from the lighted window and the slender figure, two pairs of eyes looked on avidly as she moved. One set of eyes was a pale, piercing blue that was almost white and the other set was a warm amber-gold that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the face of a tiger.

  Neither pair of eyes was human.

  “Mine.” The low rumbling growl came from the owner of the amber eyes. He was tall, six foot seven at least, with shoulders so broad he would have to turn sidewise to go through most doorways, but he moved silently, with a feral grace that belied his muscular physique. Dark stubble covered his cheeks and chin and matched the thick black hair on his head.

  “Not yet, Baird,” the one beside him cautioned. He was as tall as his friend and just as muscular but he had short, spiky blond hair that complimented his pale blue eyes.

  “Can’t wait much longer.” Long, strong fingers curled into a fist as though the amber-eyed male could grasp the slender figure in his hand and hold her through sheer force of will. “Been dreaming about her every night, Sylvan. I ache for her.”

  “What does she look like?” There was genuine curiosity in the question. Though Baird had never seen her outside his dreams, Sylvan had no doubt he could describe his chosen female to the last detail.

  “So fuckin’ beautiful it hurts to look at her. Yellow hair like yours but longer—more golden. And her eyes…” Baird shook his head. “Like jewels. A pale grey that’s almost silver.”

  “You find these human women appealing then?”

  “Only her—she’s the only one I can see.” The amber eyes stared hungrily across the road. “I need her soon. Need to be with her. In her.”

  “You’re sure she’s the one?” Sylvan stared doubtfully at the woman silhouetted in the window. She was humming softly to herself but despite the distance and the pane of glass between them he could hear her perfectly and knew Baird could too. As attuned as his half brother was to this human female, he could probably hear her heartbeat even from across the street.

  “I know she’s the one.” There wasn’t a shred of doubt in the deep, rumbling voice. “Didn’t I tell you we’ve been dream-sharing? And her scent…” He inhaled deeply and his dark gold eyes were suddenly half-lidded with desire. “It’s her all right and she’s ripe for bonding. I want her.”

  “I know you do, but Baird…” The other male shifted from foot to foot uneasily. “You haven’t been back that long—only three days and it’s a miracle you escaped alive. Don’t you think it might be a good idea to wait a while? To take some time to recover?”

  “Waited long enough,” was the rumbling reply. “Six months in that hell hole and the only thing keeping me alive and sane were the dreams I had of her. I won’t wait any longer—she’s mine, whether she knows it yet or not.”

  “You’ll scare her,” his half-brother objected. “Human women are frightened enough of us as it is.”

  “I won’t hurt her. Just need to take her—bond her.” Unconsciously, he took a step toward the lighted window but his half-brother put a restraining hand on his broad shoulder.

  “Wait.” The other male’s voice was soothing. “Just wait until they serve the papers. One more night and she’s yours but you can’t have her now—not without violating the contract.”

  A low, frustrated growl was his answer as the thick muscles of Baird’s upper arms bunched with tension.

  “Come on.” The one called Sylvan tugged his half brother gently away from the lighted window. “If you stay here you’ll do something you regret. Remember, just one more night.”

  The other male stood like a rock for a moment despite his brother’s tugging. Then, reluctantly, he allowed himself to be led away. He cast one last possessive glance over his shoulder at the figure in the window.

  “Mine,” he repeated with unshakable certainty. “Mine whether you know it or not, Lilenta. And tomorrow I claim you.”

  Chapter One

  “Bad dreams again last night?”

  Olivia Waterhouse jerked at the sound of her twin sister’s voice and then went back to staring at the kitchen table. “Uh, not so much,” she lied and tried to smile.

  “C’mon, Liv, give. It’s me, your womb mate—remember?” Sophia sat down across from her and patted her hand gently. No one could ever decide if the Waterhouse twins were fraternal or identical. Liv had honey blonde hair with grey eyes and Sophia had a rich, chestnut mane with pale green eyes but their facial features were exactly the same. They had the same build too, both were five-seven and slender with hourglass curves. More than just twins, they were also best friends, which was why it made Liv uncomfortable to lie to her sister. But she couldn’t help it—the things she’d seen last night didn’t bear repeating.

  “Really,” she said, not meeting her sister’s eyes. “I’m fine. I just had a restless night—that’s all.”

  The truth was the dreams she’d been having for the past half year about the muscular stranger with glowing, amber-gold eyes had become progressively more disturbing. He was her nighttime visitor every time she closed her eyes. Liv had even named him—inside her head she called him “the dark man.”

  For the longest time she’d dreamed of him someplace filled with shadows—someplace where despair was an almost palpable thing. Sometimes he was chained to the wall, his head bowed as if in exhaustion. Other times were worse. Liv had seen him hooked to some kind of machine, wires embedded in his dusky tan skin like malignant snakes feeding off him. On an inverted dome, as big as an IMAX screen above his head, images flashed—pictures of strange worlds she never could have imagined. One seemed to be all ice and snow, another a lush tropical jungle where the vegetation was mostly blue instead of green. And yet another seemed to be a world that was mostly a clear, golden ocean with tiny rocky islands dotted here and there.

  When she dreamed of the pictures of other worlds flashing across the enormous screen, Liv always got the idea that they were somehow drawn from the memories of the dark man. And there was pain—so much pain, both physical and emotional. He was hurting and she was powerless to help him. She didn’t even know him but somehow his agony affected her deeply. She woke up with tears in her eyes most mornings, her heart clenched like a fist in her chest, his name—a name she could never quite recall—trembling on her lips.

  Liv tried to tell herself her dreams were just that—only dreams. Lots of people had reoccurring dreams. Why her brain should choose to show her the same thing night after night was a mystery but it was also no big deal. And she only felt for the mysterious dark man because that was the kind of person she was. She’d just finished nursing school a few weeks ago and was taking some time off before she started her new job in the pediatric unit at Tampa General. She could be tough when she had to but by nature she was a nurturing person. Otherwise she wouldn’t care how this man, this dream stranger, was hurting. Wouldn’t care about the pain she saw in his unusual amber eyes.

  Then, two or three nights ago, the dreams had changed. When she finally let herself sleep, she saw the man as usual but he was free. Unchained and out of the shadowy place where his only emotions had been despair and agony.

  The change in her depressing dream should have elated Liv but she found herself frightened instead. Because in her new dreams the huge man with black hair and golden eyes was looking for someone—searching tirelessly. And somehow she knew that the person he was searching for was her.

  Then last night, he’d found her. Liv still remembered sitting bolt upright in bed at four in the morning, her hand
pressed between her breasts as if to still her pounding heart. The scene in the dream had showed the mysterious dark man staring right into her eyes and he’s spoken only one word.

  “Mine.”

  “What?” Sophia looked at her in concern and Liv realized she’d quoted her dream aloud.

  “Nothing. What’s for breakfast?” It was a Saturday morning—the day officially decreed as off the diet and anything goes. Liv tried to curb herself the rest of the week—her curvy figure was already a lot more hippy than she liked—but on Saturday she let herself off the leash.

  “How about pancakes? Kat’s coming over and bringing some blueberries from that organic farmer’s market on Dunn. Sound good?”

  “Mmm.” Liv nodded, trying to look enthusiastic and failing miserably if the expression on her twin’s face was any indication.

  “Come on, Liv, blueberry pancakes are your favorite.” Sophia frowned as she moved around the warm yellow and cream kitchen, getting out the eggs and flour and sugar and pulling down a frying pan from the hanging rack above the sink.

  “Yummy. Can’t wait.” Liv gave her a weak smile and stifled a yawn. “Seriously, Sophie, I’m just tired. I stayed up a little too late reading.”

  Sophia shot her a skeptical look. “Right. And that’s why you look like one of my first graders who’s just been sent to the principal’s office.” She taught at an affluent private school in South Tampa that catered to the wealthy and gifted children of the city and she absolutely loved her job. Since it was summer, however, she had three months off to pursue her other love—art.

  Liv knew Sophia was itching to go paint and was probably only hanging around the kitchen making blueberry pancakes because she was worried about her twin. She opened her mouth to protest that she was fine again when a rat-a-tat-tat sounded at their front door.

  “Coming!” Sophia beat her to the door and opened it to the beaming face of Katrina O’Connor, their mutual friend since high school. As Sophia ushered Kat inside, Liv shook herself mentally. It was time she stopped letting these silly dreams affect her so much. She was Olivia Waterhouse and she wasn’t afraid of anything.