by Terry Spear
“I thought you were fine with not having anyone,” Nathan said. “I heard some of the pack members called you a ghost. That you never worked with a team. That you were your own man.”
“I worked with several different teams over the years. Lots of good men. The last twenty years or so, I’ve been alone. But you know what? If I needed someone to watch my back, I didn’t have it. No one knew I even existed. If I got wounded, I was on my own. When everyone else left the mission behind, I had to find my own way out.”
“You were ghosting different SEAL teams for a long time, weren’t you?” Nathan asked.
“I was.”
“Then you started to follow Hunter’s team. Why?”
“They were gray wolves. Not humans.”
“And they had Anna working with them,” Nathan said.
Bjornolf glanced in her direction. She was watching him, curiosity in her expression.
Bjornolf chuckled. He’d developed an affinity for Hunter’s team—the camaraderie, the closeness, their successes—and he’d wanted to help them keep it going. He had to admit adding Anna to the mix sure livened things up.
Anna frowned and then said to Nathan, “He began to see them as his family.”
“And you, Anna,” Nathan insisted. “I loved the popcorn garland you made for the tree. Why didn’t you come get me? I would’ve helped.”
“You were asleep.”
Nathan let out a snort. “Not with Bjornolf pacing back and forth across the room. I couldn’t sneak past him. He wanted to be the one with you. He wouldn’t have wanted me to spend the time with you instead.”
Anna smiled. “I could have sworn you were both snoring away in your bunk beds.”
That was something Bjornolf wanted to change tonight. He wanted Anna in bed, in the master bedroom where they should have been together all along.
* * *
When they arrived at the cottage, the sun had already set. Nathan stirred in the backseat and sat up. “Can I help you take the rental car back?”
“Hunter said one of his people will take it back. Thanks for offering,” Bjornolf added, realizing the kid was trying to make amends and take some responsibility for his actions. He glanced at Anna. Her eyes were closed, her head was pressed against the window, and she had appeared to be sleeping for the short ride home.
Nathan whispered, “Oh, yeah, I gotcha.”
Bjornolf glanced into the rearview mirror and raised his brows, questioning Nathan’s remark.
Nathan tilted his head in Anna’s direction. Then he said in a hushed voice, “I won’t be any more trouble. I swear it. You can sleep with her, and I’ll stay put. You don’t have to babysit me. Honest.”
Bjornolf considered Anna, saw the hint of a smile on her lips, and shook his head. He was trying to come up with a way to change the subject before Nathan said too much more about the sleeping arrangements and got them both into hot water, when Nathan said, “You like Anna. A lot.”
Bjornolf sighed. Yeah, he did. He hadn’t realized just how much the she-wolf had gotten under his skin. He’d thought he could resist her charms on this last mission, just stay in the background watching the team’s backs. But he couldn’t, not when he kept wanting to dash out and save Anna from the threats all around her.
He wanted much more than that. Her. For his own. They could work together. Live at her place in New Jersey, or even find a new place. They could keep track of Hunter’s missions and ghost the team together, or just sign up as part of the crew.
“We’re here,” he said to Anna. In a way, he wished she was still sleeping so he could carry her to bed. It was better that she wasn’t because they had to decide the sleeping arrangements together.
She stretched and said, “Good. Time for bed.”
“You slept already,” Nathan said. “Did you want to decorate the tree now?”
“Tomorrow,” she said, sounding really dragged out. After the run they’d had all night, they were exhausted.
She reached for her car door, but Nathan bolted out of the car to get it for her.
She smiled at him as Bjornolf grabbed the bags of Christmas ornaments. He’d go along with whatever Anna decided as far as decorating the tree went. Then he was taking her to bed.
She patted Nathan on the shoulder. “We’ll do it tomorrow after we’ve had a good night’s sleep. I’ll enjoy it more then,” she said.
Nathan’s expression brightened.
“I bought eggnog just for the occasion,” Bjornolf said.
“With rum,” Nathan said, grinning.
“Only for the adults.” Bjornolf got the front door for Anna.
Somehow Nathan shot through the door ahead of them and headed for the bedroom. Before Bjornolf had shut and locked the front door, Nathan had grabbed Bjornolf’s bags and was hauling them toward the master bedroom.
“Guess it’s decided.” Bjornolf slipped his hand around Anna’s.
She snorted. “When a teen makes decisions of that magnitude for the adults, we’ve got a problem.”
“I see no problem at all.”
Anna looked at him. “I don’t even know which side of the bed you sleep on.”
“There’s only one side of the bed for me to sleep on. Your side.”
She shook her head. “You think you are one hot stud of a SEAL.”
“I am—where you’re concerned. But only where you’re concerned.”
“Night,” Nathan quickly said, not even looking at them as he dashed into the guest bedroom and shut his door with a thunk. The lock snicked home.
And that decided that.
* * *
Anna led Bjornolf into the kitchen, asking, “Have you got any brandy?” She wasn’t sure what he had in mind, despite his sexy innuendos. But she couldn’t just go to bed with him. Not yet.
She’d tried to sleep in the car on the brief ride home. Despite being tired from running all through the night and part of the day as a wolf, she wasn’t able to sleep. She couldn’t quit thinking about the way Bjornolf had slid his large hands down her panties and cupped her naked ass. How he kissed the swell of her breasts, and the way he pressed his erection against her belly, taunting her with just how much he wanted her.
The thing of it was, wolves didn’t show this kind of interest in one another unless they were really interested in something permanent. They were genetically engineered that way—mating for life with life spans that outlasted humans.
She tried to ignore the growing craving she had for him. At the back of her mind, the thought plagued her that he was just teasing and not really wanting her. She also worried that if she ever had a mate and had children, she would be as rotten a mother to them as her own had been with her.
Bjornolf poured them both glasses of peach brandy, handed her one, then carried his and the bottle to the living room as he followed her.
“First, we have to have a fire.” He reached for a matchbox, and she realized tinder and wood were already stacked on the hearth and ready to go.
“We’re going to bed,” she reminded him, “or I’m bound to fall asleep on the couch.”
“I’ll carry you to bed. Fire first.”
“You were sure I’d agree with this plan of Hunter’s? That I’d stay with you and Nathan?”
Bjornolf lit the tinder and turned to face her. He had the most devilish look in his expression. “He knows how to pick the right people for a mission. You couldn’t have been more perfect, Anna.”
Perfect for the mission? Or for Bjornolf?
“Nathan and I will put out the outdoor lights together tomorrow. He has the next couple of days free from work, Hunter said.”
“Yes!” Nathan said from the bedroom, and she could envision him pumping his fist in victory. She also realized he was listening to every word they said. Reminder to self—don’t let things get too heated.
“Go… to… sleep, Nathan,” Bjornolf said, his words a strict command.
“Nearly there,” Nathan said, trying to sound like he
was drifting off.
Bjornolf smiled at Anna. His sexy I-want-you expression, with his brows raised and his darkened eyes, told her that the bedroom wasn’t going to be used just for sleeping tonight.
She frowned at him and said in a hushed voice, “We can’t do this with him in the house.”
His smile broadened and he looked like one satisfied wolf—just by getting her agreement, in part. “Yeah we can. Parents do it all the time.”
Her mouth dropped open, then she clamped it shut. She wanted to say they weren’t his parents, that she’d never been around a teen in a situation like this, but she held her tongue.
They decided to get down to business and put the lights on the tree. A warm fire glowed in the fireplace as Bjornolf helped Anna spread out the strands of lights, then began draping them around the spruce like she’d done with the garland.
When they finished and stepped back to see if they covered the tree fairly uniformly, he plugged the lights in and they admired the sparkly blue spruce.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, her arms wrapped around her chest, the lights sparkling off her dark eyes.
“Even more so when we put the ornaments on it tomorrow,” Bjornolf said, but he was thinking how beautiful Anna looked standing before the tree, picture perfect for Christmas. Feeling tired all of a sudden, he wanted to take her to bed now, but he didn’t want to push her too fast. “Do you want to watch a movie?”
She turned to look at him, studying his sincerity. “I’d fall asleep. Besides, I’m afraid we’ll keep Nathan up.”
They both looked back at the guest room door, expecting Nathan to say something, figuring he was dying to but was feigning sleep.
“I agree. He’s got to get his sleep.”
“We do, too,” Anna remarked as Bjornolf banked the fire. She turned off the Christmas tree lights, plunging them into darkness.
Bjornolf grasped her hand and moved her toward the hall. “We will.” He had no intention of sleeping with her. Certainly not right away.
Unless Anna had other notions. Her unpredictability was one of the things that drew him to her. He envisioned she’d start ripping off his clothes as soon as they shut the door to the master bedroom.
Now that scenario he could deal with in a heartbeat.
Chapter 14
Anna couldn’t help being nervous about what she and Bjornolf were going to do next. She thought he was the right one for her, but was she the right one for him? He didn’t know what he was getting into when he took her on. She was always trying to prove herself with the guys. Maybe because she’d tried so hard to prove her worth to her parents, and they never had seemed to think her worthy of their attention. Ever.
He closed the door to the bedroom and watched her as she took a seat on the end of the bed.
“We’re not going to just sleep, are we?” she asked.
He shook his head, but he didn’t take a step closer, as if letting her get her bearings first. “We’re going to do it, Anna,” he said matter-of-factly. “Tonight, tomorrow, sometime soon. Sooner, I hope, than later. But we’re going to do it.”
“Because?” she asked.
He moved across the floor like a stealthy wolf, and her heartbeat quickened. She didn’t feel the fight-or-flight feeling she had the last time he was with her in a room like this. She wondered how she was going to prove to him that her moves were just as hot and sexy as his.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked.
“Yeah. I am.” Bjornolf pulled Anna from the bed. “We’ll make one helluva killer team.”
A killer team. She smiled. That decided it.
Bjornolf saw the sudden change in her mood. She was shifting from being unsure of where this was going… to—“Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead!”
Once it was decided, there was no going back. He’d planned to talk with her first, but screw that. They’d talk to each other for the rest of their very long mated lives. Now was the time for action.
Neither of them were willing to go slowly. As she tried to pull off his gray sweatshirt, he was sliding his hands under the soft sweater she wore, wanting to feel her breasts confined in that sexy, black, lacy push-up bra. Then he wanted to free them. She was hampering his progress as she pulled the sweatshirt up his chest, exposing him, but he wasn’t letting go of her sumptuous breasts.
She growled at him—actually growled! Then she leaned over and licked his nipple and pulled on it with a tender nibble. He should have known she’d try to take charge of the situation. He released her breasts, yanked the sweatshirt over his head, and tossed it to the floor.
He had planned to pull off her sweater next, but she slipped her leg behind his. Before he realized what she was up to, she grabbed his shoulders and pushed. The oldest trick in the book and he’d fallen for it—literally. He fell flat on his back with an oof, landing on top of his field pack full of clothes, which softened the drop.
She didn’t miss a moment to straddle his hips, yanking off her ponytail holder, then her sweater, and tossing them both aside. The gleam in her wickedly happy expression said she loved being on top. Not just for sexual play, but that she needed this because of their last encounter where he’d gotten the best of her.
He slid his hands over her thighs, knowing he could easily flip her onto her back and straddle her, but he wanted this to be her show. Unless she needed more sparring to make her feel like a worthy opponent. Whatever Anna wanted, Bjornolf had every intention of giving it to her.
He smiled at her, letting her know he was ready to play some more.
She leaned down and licked his other nipple, her lace-covered breasts rubbing his chest, as she moved her jeans-clad mons over his hard-as-steel erection. To think they’d delayed consummating their relationship for this long… What a waste of precious time. They’d have to make up for it.
Her hands slid up his chest, her silky hair draped over his skin as she tugged on his nipple with a gentle pull of her teeth. She had the most amazing mouth, and everything she did whetted his appetite for more.
He reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. He wanted her breasts rubbing against him, skin to skin, her mons brushing against his arousal, her scent mixing with his, claiming him, ensuring other wolves knew they belonged together.
Too much fabric still separated them, but he couldn’t find the fastener on the back of her bra. He took hold of her shoulders and pushed her back so he could examine the garment, her breasts nearly falling out as she leaned over. He groaned at the mouthwatering sight of them. He reached for the fastener in front, but she pulled away from him and grabbed the buckle of his belt.
That’s when he flipped her on her back. No Mister Nice Wolf any longer. He wouldn’t last.
She grinned at him, then scrambled to get away. He grabbed her leg, diving for her, pinning her to the floor, his chest to her back. Not exactly what he had in mind. He’d wanted her breasts topside so he could unfasten the bra.
This way could work also, he decided. He slid his hands between the carpet and her breasts, unfastening the bra as she arched her butt up. Now that was an interesting maneuver. It didn’t get her anywhere, but it definitely got him hot.
Now that he was on top, he rubbed his arousal against her cleft, wishing they had already dispensed with their clothes.
He could feel the tension in her body, feel her need to outmaneuver him again. She seemed to be warring with herself to let him have his way with her or spar with him as he caressed her luscious breasts, one in each hand, squeezing the hot, swollen flesh and feeling her nipples harden.
She moaned in pure delight, her buttocks rubbing against his arousal until he was so pumped that he feared he’d come in his jeans. Definitely not the way he wanted to start their mated relationship.
He slid his hands down her belly and felt for the button at the waist of her jeans, unfastened it, and unzipped the zipper. He was concentrating on that when she tried to flip him over, but only managed to nearly knock him off
, turning so she was face up. Perfect. He re-situated himself firmly below her hips.
She was flushed, her breathing wild, her heart pumping fast, her breasts bared for his pleasure, as he yanked the jeans down her hips. With a quick thrust, she lifted her hips, pushing with her feet against the floor, and tried to unseat him again.
“Won’t work, Anna,” he cautioned, seeing the smile spring to her face again. She was having fun. He raised up to pull her pants lower. He jerked his own belt free and unbuttoned his jeans, then pulled down the zipper. She licked her lips, her dark eyes fastened on his zipper.
“On the bed or here?” he asked, his voice hushed.
“Here,” she said, patting the floor. “In case the bed squeaks.”
“Right.” He’d forgotten about Nathan.
Bjornolf pulled off her jeans and tossed them aside. He stood to remove his jeans, while he took in her sweet, sexy body, naked except for the lacy bikini panties. He’d dropped the pants to his ankles and was about to step out of them and kick them aside when he saw her expression change.
In an instant, he knew she was going to attack. She jumped up from the floor, and before he could react, she slammed her hot, soft body into his, tackling him to the bed with a thump, the jeans still around his ankles like a noose.
Her hands went straight to his package, caressing his cock through the boxers as she hummed in delight.
He groaned as he kicked off his jeans and wrapped his legs around hers, capturing her. He combed his fingers through her hair, his erection throbbing with need against her pelvis, rubbing him with wicked purpose. She felt so good.
She moved against his body, her breasts pressing against his chest, her mouth meeting his, their kisses greedy, hot, passionate. He couldn’t get enough of her. Tongues connected, tasting the peach brandy they’d shared. Sweet.
He slid his hands down her panties, cupping her soft cheeks, squeezing. She let out a little sigh of delight that pleased him. Then she slipped his cock out of his boxers and touched the broad head, eagerly stroking him. God, that felt good. “You’re wet,” she whispered.