by Kele Moon
“Okay.” Desmon sounded unimpressed. “Go take care of it then, big wolf, if you’re so fucking territorial.”
“Fine.” Jason was about to hang up, thinking that Desmon had offered less than zero help.
Then Desmon interrupted him. “And I better not hear about you kicking the shit out of any young wolves just because you decided to share blood with a human against her will. We all know horny pups turn into idiots when they’re thinking with their dicks, and you’ve got a temper. One of them will step out of line, it’s a given if she’s in heat, and you’d punish them. Then I’ll have their mothers knocking down my door because of your fuck-up.”
“It was an accident.” Jason’s voice was still low and inhuman.
“I don’t care. You might want to forget you’re half human, but it’s fact. Your blood mingling with a straight human’s when you’re turned on can cause side effects. It could happen to any wolf with enough blood, but she’s obviously more sensitive to yours. Either take care of her, or call me, but I don’t want any fights over her. We have enough problems.”
Desmon hung up on him. Jason looked at his phone, groaned, and then dropped his head back against the seat, wondering how the hell he was going to explain to Brandi what he’d accidently done to her.
****
Brandi showered until the water turned lukewarm, which made her a bitch when Jason needed the hot water too, but she was just so uncomfortable. The truth was, she was sexually frustrated, which seemed insane, but Jason was not hard on the eyes. Not at all.
She was so pent-up and aching with need, she ended up touching herself. With her hand against the shower wall, she rubbed her clit, feeling the water beat against her back. Then she fingered herself, and closed her eyes, imagining it was Jason inside her, his breath hot against the back of her neck. She could almost hear his voice, a little gruff, a little inhuman, and she came faster than she had in her entire life.
The orgasm hit so hard she practically fell to her knees from the force of it.
It helped the ache for about twenty seconds, then the longing seemed to get worse, more demanding, until she found herself doing it again.
And again.
Each time the need got more overwhelming, until she couldn’t think about anything but Jason, and the way his eyes had dilated when they were outside. It turned her on to think about him looking at her like that. Seeing the way his pupils went wide triggered something so sexual, it was fully unnamable for her.
It was little wonder when the hot water finally ran out.
Unfortunately, she was too sensitive to stay in the shower once it turned cold, so she got out and grabbed a towel off the sink. Her hands were shaking, and she would’ve assumed it was from the cold, but her skin felt unnaturally warm. She was sweating, though she just got out of a shower, and being dripping wet wasn’t helping anything.
She dried off quickly, and then stood there in a towel as she tied her hair up, wrapping it in a knot since she didn’t have anything to make a ponytail with. She was just pulling the ends through the top of the bun when a low growl made her turn toward the locked door.
Brandi should’ve been scared, considering how many times she’d been growled at and chased by Werewolves today, but instead goose bumps spread over her arms for an entirely different reason. The lust that forced her to touch herself until the water ran cold slammed back into her, a million times stronger than it had been before, making her forget about being sweaty, sticky and uncomfortable.
She blinked heavy-lidded eyes, the world almost hazy from the force of sensation that washed over her. The bathroom was steamy, making even her reflection dim, and it had her wondering if her vision was blurry. At the same time she felt hyper aware of other senses. She could hear breathing on the other side of the door. Raspy, uneven, more than a little primal, and again, she should be frightened.
But she knew it was Jason.
Brandi wasn’t real sure how she knew, but she did, and more so, there was some sixth sense that told her Jason wasn’t a danger. At least not the chase-her-and-eat-her kind of danger. His brand of danger felt good, especially when she could smell him like she could. His scent wrapped around her like the steam, heavy in the air, all warm and spicy, making her feel safe in some ways and completely wild in others. She approached the door, and unlocked it, still turned on and thinking about him as she put her hand on the handle.
“Don’t open the door. Not yet.” Jason’s voice was gruffer than it had been outside in the rain, not quite human, just how she’d imagined when she touched herself. “We have a problem.”
Brandi had her fill of problems for one lifetime, but that sixth sense was in higher gear. Nothing that smelled as good as Jason did right now could be evil. His scent was so potent she could almost taste it on her tongue. Still, she released the handle and went back to the counter.
All she could do was ask, “What?” as her mouth watered and her pussy throbbed. She could physically feel the pulse of need between her legs when the icy-hot rush of lust sent an electric tingle into her fingertips.
Jason growled again, this time louder, more territorial as he grunted, “Christ, your scent. I can almost taste you on my tongue.”
She sucked in a surprised gasp.
“I was just thinking the same thing. Why?” Brandi closed her eyes, remembering the way he looked without his shirt on, his broad chest, his thick, muscular arms, that tattoo that was more like a warning than decoration. Her voice became a little softer, a little wispier with longing. “Why do you smell so good?”
She could hear him touch the other side of the door, like a caress. It wasn’t a forceful touch, but she could still sense it as he said, “You do too. Fuck, do you smell good. You have no idea.”
“I c-can hear things I shouldn’t,” she mumbled, still trying to think past the sexy aroma that was fogging her senses and the sexual need that was making her knees weak. “It’s like everything is amplified. I feel like my vision is off, but everything else is too sharp.”
“It’s the steam. Your vision’s sharper too, just like your sense of smell. Brandi, I did something by accident.” He paused, like he didn’t want to admit it. “I, um…” Jason groaned, still sounding miserable. “Sometimes when my people get hurt, we’ll lick the wound to help it heal.”
“Like a dog,” she said before she could stop herself.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Like a dog. Our saliva is healing. It’s not a big deal. We can lick a human. We don’t have diseases like your people do. It’ll just help the wound heal faster. If you look in the mirror, you’ll notice the cut on your forehead is almost gone.”
Brandi rubbed at the fogged-over mirror, and leaned in, seeing that it was nearly healed. Even the green tinge of bruising she’d noticed earlier was gone and she touched the pink scar in shock. “Oh my God.”
“I didn’t like seeing you bleeding. It upset me to see you hurt and I wanted it healed. It was an instinct I should’ve stopped. I should’ve thought clearer. Our saliva only heals, but I had a cut on my lip and our blood can be sort of contagious in certain situations. It’s a little more dangerous.”
Brandi turned to look at the door, hearing his breathing on the other side more clearly than she should. “Did you make me a Werewolf?”
“No. It would take a lot more blood than a few drops from one small cut on my lip, but it has other effects. They’re temporary. It really shouldn’t have happened at all, except I’m…very attracted to you. That’s a deciding factor, and our chemistry must’ve triggered something.” He groaned again like he couldn’t help it. “Holy shit, you smell good.”
The way he said it was like having a liquid aphrodisiac injected into her veins, but still Brandi stared at the door and asked, “What’d it trigger?”
“We’re animals. We’re very susceptible to natural chemistry. Sometimes the exchange of blood can cause a woman to go into heat. Even a human woman. It obviously took longer because the amount was so small. It s
houldn’t have affected you at all, but like I said, I was attracted to you. I wasn’t mindless with lust or anything, but I wanted you. Clearly, my blood triggered something. You’re in heat. Like a bitch goes into heat. You’re putting out pheromones wolves can smell a mile away.”
“Other wolves?” she asked as fear finally made its way past the attraction to Jason clouding her thinking. “Are they going to attack me?”
“I wouldn’t let them do that.” Jason was easy to believe when his voice got so low and dangerous like that. “I’d beat the shit out of them first, but for obvious reasons, injuring a bunch of young, dumb males trying to get with a human I accidently put into heat would seriously piss off my alpha.”
“You have an alpha?” Brandi asked in disbelief. “There’s someone bigger than you?”
“Yes, I do.” Jason sounded grim. “And Desmon’s extremely pissed off at me right now. Our pack is unique. We actually have two alphas. I’m sure as soon as Jazz gets back, he’s going to be pissed too.”
Oh great!
Brandi was silent as she stood there feeling so hot and frustrated she could hardly think straight. More than anything, she was fighting the instinct to open the door, which seemed crazy, but…
“I could help you,” Jason cut into her thoughts. “If you wanted me to. I know you’re probably very frustrated.”
She snorted at that understatement.
“I’m not forcing anything. I’ll fight to protect you and you can stay in there, but if we hooked up, your scent would change and it’d solve a lot of problems for both of us. You’d still be in heat, you’d be putting off pheromones, but they’d be different. It’s hard to explain, but it, um…you’d smell sort of claimed. It’s nature’s way of keeping us from killing each other.”
“Claimed?” Brandi repeated.
“Yeah,” Jason agreed, his voice still gruff, with that uneven breathing. “You’d smell like that because it’d be mixed with my scent. They’d know I was…”
“Claiming me,” Brandi finished for him. “Is that what you want? You want to claim me, Jason?”
“I want to claim the fuck out of you, Brandi,” Jason assured her in a way that caused a fresh sheen of goose bumps to spread over her arms. “I want to claim you until neither of us can see straight.”
Brandi shifted where she stood and it was likely he could smell how his words made her feel, because he growled again. Loudly. She wished his voice didn’t affect her like it did, that it didn’t make her needy. Worse, she felt like his scent was wiping out all sense of self-preservation.
Still, he didn’t knock down the door. He didn’t even demand she open it, even though his need was still masculine and tangy on her tongue, making a very vain, feminine part of her she’d never once tapped into until now savor it.
Then the long, scary sound of a wolf howl broke the air. She turned towards the window, hearing it in the distance. She shuddered, just as another howl broke through the night.
A different howl.
This one was much closer. More intimidating. Vibrating with warning, and Brandi didn’t even stop to think before she reached for the doorknob.
She was nothing if not a survivor, and she may not know much about Jason, but she knew she felt safer with him than she did with any other wolf she’d met.
She turned the knob, but Jason was the one who pushed the door open, as if one more second would’ve been too long. Then he was standing there shirtless, impossibly broad, muscular, with those dark, primal eyes dilated like a hungry animal’s and she should’ve turned and ran the other way.
She reached for him instead, touching the fire, knowing she’d probably get burned as she threaded her fingers into his dark hair and pulled him to her. If there was a high like having a buff, sexy, incredibly deadly Werewolf curve into her hold like she owned him, Brandi couldn’t even remotely fathom it.
The way Jason bent down and licked at the curve of her neck, when she forced him there for reasons she didn’t fully understand, nearly knocked her to her knees from the explosion of lust that filled her. His scent drowned her. The caress of his low groan against her sensitive skin made her feel as though she were going to climax right there. She shuddered from the way he dragged his tongue slowly up the curve of her neck to her ear.
Brandi accepted him, holding him to her as he reached for the knot in the towel between her breasts and pulled it undone.
He tossed the towel aside, leaving her naked and exposed when she’d never been comfortable nude in front of a man after her ex-husband’s verbal abuse. It was an instinct deeper than whatever Jason’s blood did to her that had her trying to step away, but Jason wouldn’t let her go now that she’d opened the door.
He grabbed her hips instead, pulling her tight against him, letting her feel the outline of his hard cock through his jeans. Something about his hold was impossible to push away from, so she hid by turning her head, refusing to look at him as he stared down at her naked body.
Jason seemed to take it as an invitation, and licked her neck again. He nipped at her shoulder, with teeth a little too long to be human. She thought she felt the prick of broken skin and turned back against her will, watching as he dragged his tongue slowly over the small blossom of blood on her pale skin. His eyes were closed, dark eyelashes like half-moons on his cheeks, and the sound he made as he tasted her blood was so purely indulgent, she found herself wanting to see him bite her again just to hear it once more.
Then he dropped to his knees on the bathroom floor and sucked on her tits, taking a nipple into his mouth with the flash of long canine teeth.
Rather than be afraid, she ran her fingers through his short hair, pushing it off his forehead so she could see him better. She wanted to watch him worship her, because that’s exactly what it felt like as she completely forgot about being embarrassed…and let herself be claimed instead.
Chapter Six
Brandi was so smooth.
All over.
Silky-soft skin that smelled so fucking good it was taking everything in Jason not to bite her. He could still taste her blood on his tongue from that nip on her shoulder and it was driving him crazy.
He was hungry for her in a way he’d never experienced before. This wasn’t sex. This was need. An aching addiction he wasn’t prepared for, and his hands shook as he fought to rein himself in.
He tried to hide his canine teeth from her as he moved over and sucked on her other nipple, but she was watching him, which in and of itself was hot as hell.
Then she whispered, “Your teeth. Are you going to change into a wolf again?”
He shook his head and looked up at her. “No. I just feel very…” He wanted to tell her how carnal he felt—primal and desperate—but he didn’t. Instead he grabbed her hip with one hand and fanned a thumb over her tightened nipple. “Possessive,” he whispered. “It makes me want to taste you. To drown myself in you. I’ve never been with a woman like you before.”
“A human?” she asked curiously.
“That too,” he agreed, but that wasn’t what he meant.
Brandi was so soft and welcoming when she should be terrified. Bitches were notoriously aggressive. Life made them such, and that’s how most male wolves liked them, but maybe Jason was more human than he realized because feeling Brandi’s timid fingers in his hair and smelling her desire was almost too much.
“You’re very beautiful. Very sweet.” He used his hold on her hip to force her down a little and bit her other shoulder lightly, just enough to taste. She let him though her small gasp told him she felt it. “So fucking sweet.”
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her hipbone and ran both hands over her curvy hips once more. Then he decided to taste what was really driving him wild, making him feel more wolf-like than anything, despite his promises to the contrary.
“I need you in my bed,” he decided, wanting to see her spread out on his sheets, covered in his scent.
He stood and scooped Brandi up.
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p; She let out a screech and shoved at his shoulder. “You have to stop doing that! You’ll drop me!”
“Have I once hurt you, Brandi? Have I done anything but try to keep you safe?” He couldn’t hide the insult in his voice. “Werewolves are stronger than humans. We’re more agile and coordinated too.”
She took a shuddering breath and grew pliant in his arms. When he walked to his bedroom door and kicked it open, she snaked one arm up around his neck. She felt soft again, welcoming and accepting, hazing out his thoughts and washing away the insult.
“This isn’t something I thought I’d ever have,” she whispered as she curled into him. “Thank you.”
“Your husband,” he said knowingly as he laid her down on his bed. “He didn’t appreciate you.”
She shrugged and looked away rather than answer.
“He didn’t take care of you like he should have.” He crawled over her, his overactive senses hearing the quickening of her breathing and the rapid thump of her heartbeat. “If I was your mate, I’d savor you. I’d taste you every day. I’d fuck you so often you’d never stop feeling me.”
She let him suck on her tits again and didn’t complain when he bit her softly. Brandi indulged him, because he was starting to learn she was that type of person, gentle, loving and giving.
He moved down her body, kissing, licking, while using every ounce of self-control he had not to bite her. It scared him, the need he had to sink his teeth into her and own her completely.
Mated Werewolves bit each other.
They exchanged blood to deepen their bond.
He decided not to think about it too hard.
Brandi was in his bed, so open and trusting, smelling sweetly of female need, and he wouldn’t be a man if he didn’t give in to the indulgence and spread her thighs. He looked down to admire the smooth feminine lines of her pussy that was hairless, something he’d never seen on a woman before.
It turned him on like crazy.
He didn’t ask, he simply took what was in front of him, licking the full length of her pussy with a low growl as he savored her taste on his tongue. Brandi cried out and fisted his hair. She was ripe for fucking, and the sounds she made as he licked and sucked her clit drove him wild. She was so responsive. It was easy to push her over the edge. Her thighs shook, her fingers tightened in his hair, and then she was pitching beneath him with a shuddering gasp that made Jason’s cock twitch with desperation.