by Lisa Emme
A flash of arousal sparked in Nash’s eyes at the sound of his name. His hands fisted at his sides. “Don’t test me Harry. I’m barely in control.”
“So what? I’m supposed to just let you….” I paused, throwing my hands up in frustration. “To let you fuck me because the wolf wants it, even if you don’t?”
“I…the wolf…I mean…Fuck it!” Nash slammed his fist against the side of his truck. There was going to be a dent there. “I can’t think. I can’t be here right now.” He turned and stalked away, pulling his shirt off over his head as he went. “Stay here, Harry. Don’t go anywhere.” He paused and I could hear the jingle of his belt buckle. He looked over his shoulder at me. “I’ll be back in a while. Use the cabin. There’s a shower and clean clothes to change into. When I get back you had better not still smell like him.” He pushed his jeans down and I caught a momentary glimpse of his very fine ass before his body shimmered. A moment later, a large, black wolf stood in his place. The wolf turned and took a step towards me. I put my hands out in a futile sort of ‘nice-doggy’ gesture. The wolf snorted and then sneezed in obvious disapproval of Tomas’s scent on me. He turned and without a second look, ran off into the surrounding forest.
I fell back to lean against the truck, wrapping my arms around myself. What the hell had just happened? I slammed the truck door shut. With the light from the truck no longer illuminating it, the yard suddenly closed in on me. It was really dark out, the moon hiding behind the low hanging clouds. I gathered Nash’s clothes up off the ground. His keys jingled in his pocket and for a brief second I contemplated just jumping in his truck and driving home. No, that wouldn’t be a good idea. I couldn’t just leave him stranded way out here. I folded the clothes and left them in pile on the front porch.
The door to the cabin was surprisingly unlocked. I guess Nash didn’t have to worry that much about intruders way out here in the middle of the woods. I stood in the open doorway, hoping my eyes would adjust enough to see my way around until I could find a light switch or something. Luckily, improved night vision seemed to be one of my newly acquired abilities. I found a switch on the wall, but after a flick or two I resigned myself to the fact that there was no electricity, at least not until I found the generator. There was a small table by the door that held an old fashioned oil lamp. I pulled open the drawer closest to the lamp and found a package of matches.
Once lit, the lamp light glowed warmly, illuminating the room. I looked around, nodding my head in appreciation. The furnishings echoed the Craftsman design of the cabin itself, incorporating sturdy structure and natural materials. The room was open plan with a kitchen and eating space on one side, the living room on the other. A huge, stone fireplace commanded your attention forming a wall between the living room and what was probably the master bedroom behind it. A narrow hall led off into the dark towards the back of the cabin. I imagined it led back to the bedroom and bathroom.
I took my chances on finding the generator using a second door that led outside from the kitchen. It opened back out onto the wraparound porch. There was another set of stairs that led down and I followed them around to a small shed behind the cabin. I didn’t find a generator, but I did find a set of breakers that controlled the power coming from a bank of solar panels on the shed roof. Inside the shed was a series of batteries that must have been used to store the energy that was captured by the panels until it could be used as electricity. I snapped the master breaker on and several lights inside the cabin flicked on.
Back in the cabin, I passed through the kitchen. Out of curiousity, I opened the fridge. There wasn’t much in it, mostly beer and some pickles, a typical bachelor’s fridge, but everything was cold. It must have been on the whole time, kept on a separate circuit. With any luck, the hot water tank worked the same way. Otherwise, I’d have to wait a while for my shower.
I grabbed a beer and flopped down on the dark leather sofa, taking a moment to look around the room. It was homey, like someone had put some thought into decorating, without it becoming too staged. On the wall over a bookcase, there were two beautiful wildlife prints, both of wolves, of course. The bookcase was a mix of spy thrillers, sci-fi and even some high fantasy. Many were titles that I had already read and a few were on my ‘to read’ list. There was also an eclectic mix of DVDs, so there must have been a TV hidden somewhere, but I couldn’t see it from where I was sitting. Instead, the fireplace was the focal point of the seating area. It was gorgeous, built directly into the wall on one side, but acting as a wall itself on three others, dividing the living area from the sleeping area. I could see right through the firebox into the bedroom, which meant if you lit a fire out in the living room in the evening you could go to bed and still enjoy the warmth and flickering flames. It was a nice touch.
Speaking of lighting a fire, although the cabin offered a bit of protection from the crisp night air, it was still pretty chilly. A fire was already laid and waiting in the fireplace. I didn’t know how long I’d have to wait for Nash to get back, but I didn’t see any point of freezing. The kindling burst into flames easily and in no time the fire was blazing, lighting up the room with its flickering light. I chugged the rest of my beer, depositing the can in the recycling bin beside the fridge then padded down the hall to investigate the rest of the cabin.
As I suspected, the hall led to the bedroom adjacent to the living room and a large bathroom. I poked around in the cupboard in the hall and found some towels. It felt a little like snooping to go through the drawers in the bedroom, but Nash had told me there were clean clothes, so I pulled out a few drawers until I found a pair of grey sweats with a drawstring waist and a matching sweatshirt. I even found an old pair of tennis shoes that must have belonged to someone smaller than Nash, because they weren’t that big on me. I took my prizes into the bathroom where thankfully there seemed to be a plentiful supply of hot water. There were also various bottles of shampoo and body wash. I sniffed a few until I found one to my liking. It must have been left by a girlfriend – although I didn’t want to think about that - or one of Nash’s sisters, because I couldn’t imagine Nash walking around smelling like peaches.
I stayed in the shower longer than necessary, finally warming up, then dried off and pulled on my temporary clothes. The sweatpants were about six inches too long for me, but between rolling up the legs at the bottom and rolling down the waistband at the top, I was able to make them fit well enough. I was positively swimming in the sweatshirt, but I didn’t mind. It meant I could just go braless, which was a good thing, since I didn’t have one with me. I took my dress outside and hung it on the porch rail by Nash’s clothes. I figured it would be better to get the scent out of the cabin as well, for when Nash and his wolf returned.
Finally, exhausted, I lay down on the bed with my head at the foot so I could gaze at the flames dancing in the fireplace. There was a quilt on the bed and I pulled it over myself feeling oddly content. I don’t think it was very long before I drifted off to sleep. I didn’t hear Nash return, but sometime later in the early hours of the morning I found a big, black, furball curled up against me. I settled the quilt across his hindquarters, although I doubted if the wolf actually needed it, and let sleep pull me back under.
A little while later, I woke again to find myself held firmly in the arms of a very naked man, a wolf no longer. Nash’s body was curled around mine, his arms wrapped protectively around me. I lay still, listening to his steady breathing, trying to determine if he was awake or asleep. I finally decided he was still asleep and figured it would be better if I could make my escape while he remained that way. I slowly lifted his arm, rolling away from him as I did. I thought once I was clear of his arm I’d be able to roll the rest of the way off the bed without waking him. I made it to my stomach and was preparing to wiggle the rest of the way to the edge when suddenly the bed creaked and I found myself pinned to the mattress
. I let out a yelp of surprise as Nash pressed himself against me, his knee pushing my thighs apart. He burrowed his face into my hair at the back of my neck and inhaled deeply.
“That’s better,” he said with a sigh.
His hands found their way up under my sweatshirt, pushing it up to expose my bare skin. His breath tickled up my spine making me squirm.
“Nash,” I moaned, unsure of whether it was a complaint or a plea.
Either way, he ignored me, pushing the shirt up further, pulling my arms over my head along with the shirt. He tucked the shirt under my chin, leaving my arms neatly captured. He blew a trail of warm air down my spine. When the tip of his tongue followed the same trail, I gasped and tried to wiggle away from the cool, tickly feeling.
“Nash,” I said again. This time it was definitely a complaint.
“Stay still, Harry. Your squirming only excites the wolf more.”
I froze, not sure whether that would be a good thing or a bad thing. It didn’t matter to Nash; his hands continued their exploration of my back. They slipped under the waistband of my pants to glide across the cheeks of my ass. Nash let out a little groan of pleasure as he cupped the fleshy globes in both hands.
His lips picked up where his tongue left off, raining little kisses down my spine. I couldn’t help myself and I wiggled again under their touch. His hands continued to rub and squeeze my ass. He leaned over me, his bare chest pressing down on my back, and whispered in my ear. “As much as I like seeing you in my clothes, these pants have got to go.” His hands grabbed the waistband and yanked the offending pants off, tossing them to the floor, laying me bare. He stood for a moment, his eyes devouring me. I started to roll over, but he quickly stopped me, flattening his hand on my back. He trailed a finger along my ass and down between my legs.
“Nash!” I bucked pushing up against his hand.
“Say my name, Harry,” he growled.
“I just did.”
“No, say my name.” He climbed back onto the bed pushing my legs apart as he leaned over me, his breath tickling me again.
“Cian,” I breathed his name out in a sigh.
“Tell me what you want, Harry,” he whispered in my ear. “Tell me what you need.”
“I want it to be you, Cian. Not the wolf. I need you.”
He nipped the back of my neck, making me gasp. “It’s always me Harry. I’m in charge, I’m always in charge.”
Grabbing my hips again, he flipped me over to my back. I started to pull my arms back down, untangling myself from my shirt, but he grabbed it and pushed it back over my head the other way, trapping my arms again.
“Leave your arms just like that,” he commanded.
His teeth rasped against me as he teased me using his mouth, his hands. His touch heated my skin, leaving me breathless and wanting, the need for more growing with every nip and caress. Teasing, but never giving me completely what I wanted, what I needed.
“Cian,” I groaned.
“What do you want, Harry. Tell me.”
“I want you. I want this.”
At my words, he happily reapplied himself to tormenting me. Every touch pushed my need for release higher and higher, setting every nerve ending on fire, until at last I burst into flames. I shouted, as the shockwaves washed over me, but Nash wasn’t done yet. He was relentless in his exquisite torture, riding the first wave and pushing me on to the next. When his tongue slid inside me, I exploded into a million pieces.
“Cian,” I cried out his name over and over, my voice husky with desire. “I need you. I need you right now!”
“Are you sure Harry? If you’re not, stop me now, because if this goes any further, I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“Oh god, yes. Just fuck me already,” I growled at him.
He laughed. “Such a demanding little minx.” He climbed off the bed and I heard a drawer in the bedside table glide open and closed. I opened my eyes and got my first real look at him in all his naked glory. He was beautiful. His abs looked like they had been sculpted in stone. The muscles on his arms and legs were all equally well defined, but not overly so. I licked my lips at the sight of him.
He bent over me, his mouth latching onto my nipple, sucking forcefully, and I groaned with pleasure. He pushed my legs wider apart with his thighs and I tilted my hips, trying to hurry him along.
“Patience,” he grinned at me again, giving my other breast a squeeze. He leaned over me, finding my mouth with his, kissing me deeply and thoroughly. I felt him push inside me and I groaned into his mouth. It felt amazing. He pulled his mouth from mine, sitting up to grab my hips, pulling me hard against his body as he slowly began to thrust.
“Cian,” I moaned. “Harder, faster.”
“As you wish,” he replied, his hips gaining momentum. His fingers dug into my skin.
I struggled with the shirt tangling my arms. My eyes met his. “Please Cian, I need to touch you.”
He reached over and freed my arms, leaning his body over mine, never alternating his rhythm. I reached out to grasp his arms, sliding my fingers across his tanned skin and up to twine in his hair.
“Oh god, Harry, you feel so good, so tight, like you were made to fit me.” His breath hitched. “I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
“It’s your turn, Cian.”
“No,” he replied, grabbing my hips and flipping me back over onto my knees. He re-entered me from behind in one deep stroke, wrapping his arm around my hips to touch me with his fingers. Thrusting deeply from his new position, he caressed me until I was once again teetering on the edge of orgasm.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m so close,” I moaned.
His breath felt hot against my neck as he leaned over me, one hand at my hip pulling me tight against him, the other squeezing my breast. His mouth closed over the soft muscle where my neck met my shoulder and I gasped at the sharp pain that quickly turned to pleasure as he bit down hard on my flesh. I tumbled over the edge, screaming. A moment later, he joined me, growling out my name.
Exhausted, we collapsed on the bed, Nash turning slightly to the side to fall down beside me. He removed the condom, reaching over to wrap it in a tissue and then pulled me up close against him. Our skin was sticky with sweat and we both lay there panting like we had run a marathon.
“What the fuck was that?” I marvelled. “You bit me!”
Nash laughed. He leaned in against my neck and licked the same spot. A shiver ran down my spine.
“It felt fucking amazing, whatever it was you did,” I admitted, not really angry.
Nash nuzzled my neck, his hand caressing my breast. “Yes, it did. And I fully intend to do it again and again.” He rolled me over onto my back and took my mouth with his, his hand between my legs.
Laughing, I pulled my mouth from his. “That sounds wonderful, but do you think we could nap first? I’m exhausted.”
Nash chuckled and pulled me closer. He settled the quilt over us and snuggled in. “That works for me.”
He woke me two more times in the night, proving him a man of his word, each time bringing me to new heights of desire and ecstasy. When I finally awoke in the morning, it was to find myself sprawled across his chest, his hand splayed over my bare ass. I opened my eyes and gazed down into his sparkling green ones.
“Good morning, minx,” he said. “Time to get up.”
I wiggled, feeling his erection between us. “I think somebody already is up,” I said with a grin.
“I meant we should probably get up and head back into town,” he replied. His business-like tone surprised me. I guess Cian was gone and Nash was back.
“Yeah, sure, you’re right,” I said, sliding off him and grabbing my shirt off the floor. I held it in front of me suddenly feeling awkward. “I’ll need to borrow your clothes to go home.” I turned away, looking for my pants.
Nash reached out
and grabbed me by the arm. “Harry wait, we need to talk first.”
“What’s there to talk about? We both had an itch last night and we scratched it. I get it Nash.”
“Harry, I…” Nash’s phone rang, interrupting him. He reached over and grabbed it off the bedside table. “Dammit, I have to take this call.”
“Sure, whatever.” I grabbed my pants from the floor and headed to the bathroom.
I jumped in the shower, my thoughts reeling. What was I thinking last night? I really let my hormones get the better of me. Having sex with Nash had been a really bad idea. Epically bad. Luckily, he seemed to think so as well. Hopefully, we could just forget the whole thing ever happened. Although it was highly unlikely I was going to forget the multiple screaming orgasms any time soon.
My thoughts were interrupted by a loud pounding on the door. “Harry, we have to go.” The door opened and Nash, dressed in jeans but no shirt, stood just in the doorway. His eyes raked across me as I hurriedly tried to wash the shampoo out of my hair. When I opened my eyes again he was gone.
I quickly dried off and pulled on Nash’s sweats. When I walked out into the living room, Nash was on the phone again talking urgently to someone.
“I’ll meet you there,” he said, ending the call. “Grab your stuff Harry, we have to leave now.”
“Okay, okay, I get it,” I said, stepping out the door to gather up my dress and shoes. “I get it, you can’t wait to get…” I stopped and looked at Nash’s face closely, my heart leapt to my throat. “What’s happened? What’s wrong?”
Nash’s face was grim. “Christina is missing,” he replied. “She went out for a run last night with a friend and they didn’t come back.”
Chapter Thirteen
The trip back into town was done in stony silence. I wanted to know more about Christina’s disappearance, but I didn’t think Nash would be up for conversation. His face remained grim and his knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel.