by Brenda Bryce
Softly, oh, so softly, his mouth touched hers. Kyle nibbled on her bottom lip until she opened, and he slid his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. His hands traveled to her breasts, and he caressed the sides of them until she thought she would die if he didn’t touch her burning nipples. They were so tight they hurt, and they needed his touch. His hands, his mouth, she didn’t care which.
“Please, Kyle.”
“Please what, darling?”
“Please touch me.”
Still rubbing her lightly on the sides of her breasts, “What do you want me to touch? Tell me.”
Lannie sucked in a deep breath. “I want you to touch my nipples. I need you to touch them.”
He ran his thumbs across her nipples as she’d asked, and she arched her back, needing more. “Damn it, Kyle! Quit teasing and touch me harder.”
He did. He gripped her nipples between thumb and forefinger and tightened just short of pain. Lannie felt the lightning shoot straight from her nipples to her clit. She shouted and arched her back.
“More!”
“Yes. More.” His mouth dropped to one nipple, and he sucked on it hard, rolling it along the top of his mouth with his tongue. She had never felt anything like it. It made her whole body arch, and she thought her head would pop off. It was so good!
“Don’t stop!”
“I won’t. Don’t worry.” He moaned around her breast. Kyle was growling low in his chest, but couldn’t seem to stop. The sound excited her even more.
He switched breasts and sucked it deeply into his mouth, twisting the nipple of the abandoned breast gently. Oh, yeah, she liked that. When he bit down gently on the tight bud, she couldn’t contain the groaning/squealing sound that burst out of her. Giving one last pinch to the nipple in his hand, he reached down and ripped his pants open, letting his cock spring free.
With his free hand, he reached between their bodies and ran his hand through the dense curls at the apex of her thighs, causing her to arch into him. Sliding his long, thick middle finger between her lips, he rubbed his fingertip across her clit. Her hips rose so high, he was forced to press his weight onto her to keep her on the bed. Kyle dipped his finger into her tight sheath, collecting the cream there, then transferred it to her pulsating clit. Touching her, rubbing her clit with ever-hardening pressure, he pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply.
“My woman, my mate, my pussy,” he mumbled into her mouth, over and over.
“Yes, yours. Oh, Kyle, it feels so good.”
“Yes. Good.”
She was so close to coming, but she didn’t want to go without him. He kept the steady pressure on her clit and moving his mouth back to her breast, he dipped his cock into her waiting cunt.
“Gods, you’re hot. Hot, wet, and tight. Made just for me.”
Lannie panted as he pressed slowly into her body. It was almost too much. He filled her so tightly, she wondered vaguely if he would fit, then decided she didn’t care as long as he didn’t stop what he was doing. When she felt him butting against her cervix, she breathed deeply and sighed.
“Yes, that’s it, baby.” He groaned. “Take me. All of me.”
He pulled out a little and pressed back inside. She felt his balls slapping gently against her perineum and, liking the sensation, lifted her feet to the center of his back so she could feel it harder. She reveled in the feeling of him being balls-deep within her cunt, and she ground her hips up to his, moaning deeply in her throat.
Kyle let his hand slide away from her breasts, following the contours of her side and around her hip. One finger slid casually down the crack of her ass and collecting some of the juices flowing from her, he circled the tight hole with his fingertip. Lannie sucked in sharply when he pressed and his fingertip passed the tight ring and entered her anus.
“Kyle!”
“Just relax and enjoy.”
So she tried, and the feelings were stupendous! She could feel him sliding oh so deeply into her cunt, filling her up. And the sensation of her clit being rubbed at the same time -- it was too much! Then he moved the finger in her anus. He slid it all the way in and pulled it back out most of the way. It felt so good. She couldn’t contain the feelings and reached down and bit his shoulder.
It caused him to explode into a frenzy of movement. He began slamming his cock into her as hard as he could, and he pinched her clit between his fingers. His teeth tightened on her nipple to the point of pain, and the finger in her ass became two that he slid in and out of her in an alternate rhythm as his cock was taking her pussy. The pressure and the pleasure flamed white hot.
The sensations were overwhelming, and she exploded. Her eyes rolled back, and a scream ripped from her throat. “Fuck me, yes, fuck me!”
It sent him over the cliff as well. Pumping his hips, he spurted his cream as deeply inside her as possible.
“Damn, woman. You are going to kill me,” he muttered, sliding his fingers from her ass and kissing her hard, while still rotating his hips softly into hers.
Her eyes closed, she breathed, “Only if you stop. Only if you quit doing what you just did.”
“Liked that, did you?”
“Yes! I never thought I would like that, but yes, it was hot.”
Kyle nodded and rested his head against her breasts. “Good. Every life should have a little kinkiness in it.”
Lannie was surprised that she had the energy to laugh, but she did. “Who knew that Mr. Uptight Corporate Dude was kinky?”
“Actually, just you.”
“Good.”
* * * * *
Chrysanthemum Hollister had just gotten into town. She pulled up at the doctors’ offices that she had been told contained her only living relative. Baby Lizzie had survived death at a murderer’s whim that hadn’t saved her brother or the rest of his family. Chrys sucked back a sob that threatened. How could this have happened? Shaking her head and trying to compose herself, she entered the waiting room that was just past the front door.
She headed straight for the reception desk and told the older woman working there who she was and that she was there to get her niece.
The receptionist nodded sympathetically and said how she was sorry for Chrys’s losses. Unable to respond, Chrys nodded and waited while the receptionist called the doctor.
He was out in moments. He wasted no time in rushing toward her and taking her hand in his. “Chrys, dear. I am so sorry this happened.”
“How is little Lizzy?” The doctor was the one she had known while growing up.
“She’ll be just fine. The killer didn’t touch her that we know of, but she has to stay overnight for observation just in case.”
“I understand. Can I see her? Please?”
“Absolutely.” He escorted her into the back and opened a door into a softly lit room that held a baby bassinet.
Chrys approached the little bed and looked inside. She breathed out heavily when she saw her niece sleeping, without a mark on her. “Oh, thank the gods,” she whispered.
Softly she laid her hand along the sleeping baby’s back and felt the gentle rise and fall of her breathing. That, as much as anything, calmed Chrys from the nearly frantic emotions that had been bombarding her since she received the call about her brother and his family.
The doctor left her alone with the baby and closed the door quietly.
Chrys stood over the bed, with one hand gripping the rail so tightly her knuckles were white and the other hand lying softly on the baby’s back, feeling her breathe.
“I won’t allow anything else to happen to you, baby. I’ll take care of you just like your mommy and daddy would want.”
She stood a long time over the baby, making vows to her. The oblivious child slept on, and Chrys finally noticed time passing.
Reluctantly, she left the baby’s room and sought out the doctor.
“I have to go talk to the sheriff now, doc, and find out what happened.”
“You go do what you have to, and we’ll ta
ke good care of little Lisianthus.”
Chrys nodded and left the office, then headed for the sheriff’s office.
A quick trip to the sheriff’s station gleaned her nothing. The sheriff wasn’t even there. She made up her mind to go to her brother’s house and see if she could figure out what had to be done for him and his family. Leaving a message at the desk for the sheriff to contact her at her brother’s, she left the building.
It wasn’t far to her brother’s house -- nothing in Nowhere was far -- so she decided to just take the footpath through the woods to his house. She had always loved the woods here and had hated leaving them when she had gone off to college. But Georgia had been where her scholarship was, so that was where she went. She had just completed finals and was planning on attending a graduation party when she got the call from Sheriff Kendricks. She had been so happy to finally complete her course of study and was looking forward to coming home. What a difference a few hours made. She was home now, and except for one little baby, there was no one there for her.
Well, she was going to raise her niece to the best of her ability, and she was going to do it right here in Nowhere. She could stay at home and work if she had to. That way she wouldn’t have to leave Lizzy to babysitters. She was going to be a full-time mom. All the love she could possibly give was going to be given to her niece. That little girl would never feel unloved for one minute. Just wait and see.
Completely resolved to her future and comfortable with it, Chrys continued down the path to her brother’s.
A noise off to the side of the path caught her attention, and when a large, dark-haired man with glowing eyes stepped onto the path, she cursed herself. Ah, shit. I bet this is where the killer is supposed to be. Why didn’t anyone tell me?
Chrys groaned. She couldn’t let him kill her. She was all Lizzy had. This maniac wasn’t going to take her away from the baby, too.
“Come here, little squirrel,” the man growled.
“Go fuck yourself.”
His face turned nearly purple. “You don’t know who you’re talking to! You show me some respect, dammit!”
“I know who you are, dickhead! You’re my brother’s and his family’s killer, and for that you will pay.” Not liking the odds, she turned and ran like a bat out of hell toward town.
She had to make it back to the sheriff’s office. She had to. She had to live and take care of her niece, and now she could identify the killer. SHIT!
He was gaining much more rapidly than she’d thought he would.
He slammed into her back and threw her to the ground. He tore at her shirt with surprisingly sharp nails. She was pinned to the ground on her stomach and couldn’t see him.
Oh, gods, he was going to rape her before he killed her. That was almost worse than just dying.
“Hmm, little squirrel, you smell good. You’ll be my mate. Yes, you have the gene, and once I turn you, you’ll be mine.” He was breathing heavily against her back, and no matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t dislodge him.
A piercing sting at the nape of her neck caused her to scream. He bit me! And it freaking hurts!
A smell surrounded her. A sickening odor that came from the man on her back permeated everything around her.
“Absorb my scent and imprint my pheromones on you, little one.” He growled at her.
“Get off me!”
A breeze came up and blew the malodorous scent away from her, and she was able to take a deep breath finally. It blew in a wonderful cinnamon scent that she proceeded to drag into her lungs over and over, clearing out the sickening scent of the killer. All too quickly, the breeze blew from the opposite direction and blew the fresh, spice-laden scent away as well.
Apparently, the killer had smelled it, too, because it distracted him enough that she was able to knock him off her back and roll to the side, free. She jumped up to her feet. Shirt falling around her waist, scared and angry, she looked around and found a stout branch and sidled over to it.
She picked up the stick as the killer turned back to her. He had been looking toward the path and the scent that was coming along it. He noticed the branch in her hands and laughed.
“You can’t hurt me, little girl. And neither can the hunter that is coming.” He sounded so confident that she became even more scared and felt something inside her snap.
His eyes widened as she started to change. Dark red fur started to sprout along her arms, and her whole body ached. “Ha, you are already changing. Drop the stick and come to me.”
“I told you once,” she growled, “go fuck yourself.”
She leapt and whacked him in the head with the branch. He was so stunned that she had actually had the gall to attack him, he wasn’t fast enough to deflect the blow and took it directly in the temple. He fell with a thud, and she continued to beat him with the branch about the head until he stopped moving. Grunting with every swing, she thought of how her brother -- and her sister-in-law and their children, too -- must have felt facing this animal. She continued to swing at him, hitting him repeatedly until she could swing the stick no more. Huffing for air, she looked at what she had wrought.
He was dead. He had to be dead, she thought. He didn’t have a head anymore.
She laughed shakily, on the edge of cracking, and dropped the stick.
A tingling sensation ran up her back and to the top of her head. Her arms started to itch, and when she looked, rippling waves were coursing across her skin. Hair, thick and dark red, was growing out of her arms, and her hands were turning into claws. Chrys screamed.
She fell to the ground writhing, fighting off whatever was happening to her.
Donovan had been walking along the path toward the sheriff’s office when he heard the screaming. He ran through the woods until he found the clearing and a woman rolling around on the ground screaming and a dead man nearby.
The man had had his head crushed in, and the woman ... the woman was in the process of turning.
“Fuck.” The scent of the dead man was the same as the spoor about the alpha female’s house. This was the killer. But who was the female werewolf?
He cautiously approached her.
She glanced at him with the same eyes as the little angel in the doctor’s office.
“Fuck. Are you Chrysanthemum Hollister?”
“Yes. Help me!”
“I will help you, but you have to calm down and let the transformation happen. If you fight it, you will only hurt yourself.” He had to get her calmed down, or they would lose her. She’d killed her mate, but she was still a werewolf and now part of the pack.
He pulled out his cell phone and called the alpha male. “I’m on the path on the north side of town. The killer is dead at the hands of a human woman he turned moments before I got here. She’s fighting the conversion, and I’m going to need help. Right, send Amalee. Maybe she can figure out what to do.”
He disconnected the call and ran his hand through the woman’s growing pelt. It was red as flame and thick. Beautiful. He could feel his cock hardening and cursed himself. Obviously she was the mate of the killer, since he had bitten her, given her the enzyme, then inundated her with his pheromones. She’d changed into wolf form after she had killed him, and the pheromones had dissipated. Damn. Poor thing. How was she to survive without a mate?
And she was the beautiful child’s only living relative. That poor baby didn’t deserve this.
He watched as Chrysanthemum completed the change and lay on her stomach, panting.
What’s happening to me? she whined in wolf voice.
“You were bitten by a werewolf, and you have become one. Unfortunately, you have killed your mate, and you are going to need specialized help to return to human form.” He kept running his hand through her fur, trying to keep her calm. “Others are coming, and we will help you all that we can. Please, trust us.”
How do you know so much? That man tried to rape me. He bit me and ... She took a shuddering breath that rocked her whole body.
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“Shh. It’s okay. He won’t hurt you again. You did what you had to do to save yourself.”
Who are you?
“I am Donovan Vitello, and I was hunting this creature. I can help you if you think you can trust me.” When he reached out his hand toward her muzzle, she froze, but let him place his hand on her again without biting him. The first sign of trust established, he started to ask her what had happened but was distracted.
He could scent others coming. He instinctively moved to protect the female by placing himself between her and the newcomers. Donovan crouched low and prepared to defend her to the death. Nothing would harm her again.
When the alpha pair came around the bend he relaxed minutely, but couldn’t control the growl that rumbled from his chest.
As if she were scared, Chrysanthemum crawled closer to him.
Donovan reached behind him and placed his hand on Chrysanthemum’s back to calm her fears. “They are not a danger. They are the alpha pair. Kyle and Lannie Sylia. They are here to help.”
Kyle watched the curious movements of his hunter and the very red, very tiny, very scared female who was behind him. He glanced at the piece of refuse who lay dead near the couple.
He growled loudly. “Pete!”
Lannie gasped behind him. “Holy crap! It is Pete. What was he doing out here, and eww! What happened to his head? Do you think he’s dead?”
Kyle went to the body and kicked it hard. “Yes, he’s dead, and it’s a good thing, too. If I had gotten my hands on him, it would have been worse.”
“You can’t go around kicking bodies, Kyle. Leave him alone. You said he’s already dead, and you’re just messing up the crime scene,” Lannie insisted.
“He deserves it. He was the killer.”
Lannie’s eyes shot to Donovan’s. “You are sure it was him?”
“Positive.”
Kyle nodded and pulled out his cell phone. “Damn it, I had ruled him out as a wuss. Fooled my dumb ass, didn’t he?” He dialed while cursing and waited for the extension to answer. “Kendricks, we have the killer. He isn’t alive, and there will have to be an investigation. However, circumstances being what they are, you’ll have to come alone.” He spoke for a couple more minutes and then disconnected the call.