A Wolf's Heart (Wolf Mountain Peak Book 1)

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by Sarah J. Stone


  “Like is not strong enough to describe it,” he said, his own voice deep as he locked his gaze on her breasts. All the same, she didn’t allow him to stare for long. Stopping over his stomach, she removed her right hand from the bed and laid it on his body, eyes closed as she bent her head toward him. A sigh of pleasure left his lips as he felt her tongue on his skin. She swiped it up his chiseled abs, tracing rivers and valleys, but only did that once. Monica started to kiss her way up, cupping his firm flesh, her warm breath sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

  “Now, where did my little geek go?” Raul teased as she planted a long kiss in the valley of his chest. “What have you done with her?”

  “She’s gone,” Monica whispered as her teeth slipped, grazing his chest. “Want to know a secret?”

  “Yeah,” he uttered as she tilted her head up to kiss him on the chin.

  “I just spent ten minutes in the bathroom, masturbating over you,” she confessed with one more, husky whisper, sending his adrenaline into the ozone layer. In an instant, he wrapped his arms around her back as their lips locked in a long, fervent kiss. Monica was quick to cup his cheek, her moist curls tickling him as her heavy breasts nudged his chest. Their tenderness and her bold confession were enough to awaken his senses. No longer would Raul allow his fatigue to control him. He would do everything in his power to give her a night to remember.

  The river of Monica’s rich scent began to flow within him, making his entire body shiver with desire as she swiped the tip of her tongue along his upper lip. A long sigh of pleasure fled her lips as he entwined his own tongue with hers. Stroking his cheek, she pressed herself into him as she reached her arm around her back. Her plan became clear to him as he felt her fingertips on the base of his shaft. As much as he liked her move, however, a quick encounter was not what he had in mind. Therefore, Raul flexed his biceps around her and then rolled them over.

  “Tell me, doc,” he whispered in her mouth as Monica cradled his cheek, “did you come?”

  “Yes,” she said, her voice dripping with lust as he gently bit her lower lip. “I covered my mouth when I did. I didn’t want you to hear me.”

  “Bad girl,” Raul breathed, laying a kiss on her chin as he pulled his arms out from under her. “I want to taste you so bad.”

  “Please do.” Monica let out a lustful sigh, bowing her head back as he began to kiss his way down her neck. The feel of her breasts on his chest tempted him. Her hard nipples were brushing against his skin; her delectable flesh beckoned. Raul would love to worship them, let her know how much he liked to touch her there, but he would not give in to temptation. Reaching up, he trailed his fingers over her breasts, feeling the stiffness of her nipples as his mouth traveled down her body. He grabbed both breasts firmly in his hands, forcing a soft moan from her as she moved her legs apart. Using his thumbs to rub her nipples, Raul stuck his tongue out and flicked it into Monica’s bellybutton as the scent of her juices grew stronger in his nostrils, fueling his desire to taste them even more. By now, he could feel his cock throbbing in eagerness. Every vein on his shaft was pumping as he closed in on her womanhood. Raul squeezed both of her breasts at the same time as he nipped his way down to her groin.

  “Oh, God, yeah,” Monica moaned while bowing her back against the bed as his full lips closed around her clit. She tasted sweeter than he could have ever imagined. Her moisture on his chin proved that she had been honest with him. Indeed, she was soaking wet. Removing his hands from her breasts, he brought his arms down to wrap them around her thighs, feeling the stiffness of her clit as he kissed it over and over again. With her sexy moans filling his ears, he trapped it between his lips, feeling his precum pool on his cockhead. Monica squeezed her eyes shut, gripping the sheets in ecstasy as he flicked his hot tongue across her swollen clit. But this wasn’t enough for him. Raul released her left leg and then laid his hand on her inner thigh. Slowly, he smoothed it up, sucking on her clit as his fingers came closer and closer to her pussy. By now, Monica was squirming beneath him. She pressed her crotch up against his mouth, taking her hands off the bed. She opened her eyes, and then reached down, biting her lower lip. Raul stuck his tongue out once more, his fingers so close to her entrance that he could feel her moisture on them.

  “You have the sweetest taste ever,” he grunted, sliding his tongue down her pussy as his fingers traveled up her crotch.

  “Yeah, baby,” Monica moaned, threading her fingers in his hair as she tilted her head back.

  The moment he had been waiting for since the day he met her was finally there. Her taste was so much clearer now, so much sweeter that Raul felt as if her juices were drops of heaven in his mouth. Taken over by lust, he slid his tongue up and down her pussy as his thumb made contact with her clit. Not wasting any time, he began to rub it in a circular motion, letting go of her other thigh as Monica ran her palm down the back of his head. Eager to stimulate her breasts as well, he reached his free hand up, but, before he could touch her there, she caught him by surprise as she grabbed him by the wrist. Still, Raul was not going to stop. After all, he was enjoying this too much. He felt moisture and pressure around his index finger. He smiled to himself as he realized that Monica was pushing it in and out of her mouth. No matter what he was doing to her, this was a sight he had to catch a glimpse of. So, he planted a short kiss on her entrance and then looked up, quickening the pace of his rubbing. She was taking his finger almost all the way in, eyes closed as she curled her tongue around it. It was easily the sexiest thing he had ever seen. His cock throbbed once more, aching to penetrate her, but he would not do so just yet. He wanted to give her an orgasm first. Sliding his fingers down her pussy, he sensed them becoming so slick in her moisture.

  “God, that’s it!” Monica moaned, tossing her head back as he shoved his middle finger deep inside her. Raul closed his eyes against how good it felt to be surrounded by her warmth and her wetness. She sat up, her gaze locked on his face as her moans became louder. The lust in her eyes and the redness on her cheeks compelled him to drive his finger in out of her fast. Monica stared at him, panting in desire as she reached down. She cupped his face, licking her upper lip as her juices dripped down his skin.

  “Come on. Say it,” he urged, his baritone rippling with desire.

  “I’m…. Oh, my God…,” Monica whimpered as she squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m so close.”

  At that, he gave her a wicked smile, and bent his head down, desperate to intensify her climax. His lips found her clit, her louder moans sounding like music in his ears as he penetrated her harder. Within seconds, her entire body shook as she was overtaken by a powerful orgasm that had her crying out, bucking against him as she held onto his face. Monica panted, her grip loosening as the waves that had rolled through her subsided.

  “You…,” She gasped as Raul opened his eyes to look up at her. “You are one crazy, little wolf. What did you just do to me?”

  “Should I describe it to you?” he spoke, his voice overcome with lust as he kissed his way up her stomach. “Or do you want me to do it again?”

  “Again,” Monica whimpered, her hands all of a sudden leaving his face. She reached down and put them under his armpits as he enjoyed the feel of her smooth flesh on his lips. “I want you: all of you; now,” she continued, pulling Raul toward her as she lay back down on the bed. She let out another long sigh of pleasure as he took her right breast in his mouth. He sucked on it as she spread her legs further. Still, he wouldn’t linger there. Raul needed release.

  Crawling up the bed, he brought his face over hers, eyes still closed as she curled her arms around his back. Once again, their mouths joined in a fiery kiss, his big, throbbing cock trapped between their bodies as they writhed against each other. Monica raised both legs up in the air and hooked them around his hips, stroking his flesh as he caressed her shoulder. Raul gripped his shaft and aligned it with her entrance, gently pulling on her lower lip as she smoothed her palms over his
back. She opened her mouth wide upon feeling his swollen cockhead parting the wet folds of her womanhood. He grunted loudly as he penetrated deeper, stretching her pussy. It felt amazing as her insides clung to his cock–a mixture of tightness, warmth and moisture as she pressed him down onto her. For him, this was the sensation of pure bliss. And Raul was going to savor each and every second of this. Monica rolled her hips to meet his next thrust. Her lustful moan encouraged him as he filled her up. It invited him to maintain a steady, quick pace, and he would do just that. Sliding his right hand up her side, he cupped her breast as he bucked deeper into her. He squeezed her juicy flesh, the feel of her hands smoothing over his butt sending tingles down his spine. Monica dug her fingernails into his skin, her moans audible over his grunts as he hit her clit over and over.

  “All of you!” she groaned as she threw her head back as Raul made a rattling noise. The wolf within was purring, but this was no time for him to emerge. He swallowed the snarl, bending his head down toward her as he plowed into her, faster and harder. Unable to resist her neck, he began to lay short kisses up and down as she grazed her fingers up his body. Monica flexed her inner thigh muscles around him, her breasts bouncing wildly as he sent her into ecstasy. Her second orgasm was close, he could tell, as her heart thumped in her chest. The red color on her cheeks was deeper, but the best–and most pleasurable–sign of them all was the heat inside her. As seconds went by, her juices felt warmer and thicker. This time, though, he would pose no questions. Instead, Raul trailed kisses along her jawline, keeping up his unrelenting pace, until Monica once again melted beneath him as her second orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. He wouldn’t pull out; all the sensations that had overwhelmed him up until then were too sweet to give up on. Raul exploded deep inside her, planting a fierce kiss on her lips as she held tightly onto his back. He opened his eyes and looked down at her just before he rolled over, trying to catch his breath. Monica rolled onto her side, the blissful look in her eyes serving as his reward.

  “Well,” she snorted, planting a quick kiss on his shoulder, “I feel like I’ve just been through a hurricane.”

  “Doc,” he murmured, his lips curling into a soft smile, “the hurricane would love to come back, but he’s exhausted.”

  “Get some sleep,” she whispered, tracing her index finger over his palm. “I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight.”

  The happiness in her eyes was the last thing he saw before he closed his heavy eyelids. Their encounter was the perfect conclusion of the most joyous day of his life. Raul had the world in his hands. And he couldn’t wait to explore it with his Monica.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  A banging hammer forced Raul’s eyes open the next morning. It bothered him, but he wouldn’t complain. He hadn’t helped his brothers in the workshop in a week, and they were kind enough to let him sleep. The last thing he would do was make a fuss about the noise. Something else bothered him much worse than the hammer. Monica wasn’t in bed. He was hoping that she would wake him up with a kiss, or to see her at least, but he was disappointed.

  Raul scooted out of bed, believing that she was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. But, the kitchen was empty as well. A sliver of fear sliced through him as he noticed a pink, neatly-folded piece of paper in the far corner of the counter. Had it been a note, he wouldn’t worry as much, but it seemed bulky even from a distance. Raul sped down the stairs, feeling his adrenaline rushing through his veins.

  “My dearest Raul,

  My God… I can’t believe I am calling someone I’ve known for just a week ‘dearest.’ Usually, it takes me a lot longer to even like people. You are not a simple friend I met at work, though. You became something a lot more meaningful than that.

  Last night, you asked me ‘Where did my little geek go?’ You sent her away, my sweet Raul. With your painting, your kind words, your watchful eye, your acts of self-sacrifice... You did more for me in a week than anybody else has in a lifetime. I couldn’t resist you. In fact, I don’t think anybody could say ‘no’ to you, and not just because of your looks. But that is not the point. The point is that the little geek is back. Okay, she can accept the fact that there are witches and shape shifters in this crazy world, but there are a few things that she just can’t wrap her head around.

  First of all, there’s the prophecy. Helena is a witch. She could create that book out of thin air just like she tried to choke you in the forest from fifteen feet away. I don’t know her motives, and I’m not blaming you for her actions. It wouldn’t be fair to you. I am sorry, Raul, but, it’s just impossible for me to believe that a witch predicted my fate 300 years ago. There is also the matter of what would happen to you if I ever left you. Death by broken heart is simply unheard of. It’s a medical impossibility. I know the end of a relationship can break one up inside. I have had really bitter experiences on the matter. However, time can make things better. It may take someone a while to mend their broken heart, but eventually, they do. Thirdly, I have just been through a divorce. It’s a painful process. I talked to Melissa last night. She told me about your plans. Please, don’t yell at her. It slipped her tongue. I can’t commit to a man just yet, let alone one that I have only known for just a week. Last–but definitely not least–even if we did mate, could we have children? Will they be human, or will they be shape shifters like you? Motherhood is every woman’s dream, and I’m no exception.

  I am looking at you right now. I am guessing that bite mark on your shoulder is from the fight against Warrick. It’s more evidence of your will to sacrifice yourself for our relationship. Even now, I am struggling to believe the danger you put yourself in, my brave Raul. But, I should have expected it, really. You’ve been protecting me since our encounter in the forest: always there; always caring; always shielding me from harm. That’s who you are, my alpha–a noble, brave soul with no regard for his own safety.

  I am going to miss your eyes, my love. So beautiful, so filled with warmth, they looked right into my soul. You may not believe it, but the first time you did that was when you saved me from that fall. Somehow, you seemed more than happy to pluck me from the air. You looked ecstatic, like an athlete winning a major tournament. I wish you could open them just for a second. It would be enough to see the love in my eyes. The love I have to leave behind for all the reasons I explained to you.

  I am so sorry, Raul. Not just for breaking your kind heart, but because the little geek you fell in love with doesn’t have the courage to look you in the eye and say ‘goodbye’ to you. You fully deserve a ‘goodbye.’ I just think it would be impossible for me to say it to you face to face. You see, sooner or later, I would break down in tears just like I have now. Before I’d know it, I would be back in your arms, kissing you, caressing you, touching you….

  Please, don’t go to my house looking for me. You won’t find me there. I will ask for a reassignment in a few days. I can’t stay in Shandaken. It would bring back too many memories.

  I will always love you, my king. I will always remember the man who stared death in the eye just to have a relationship with me: my knight in shining armor; my guardian angel; my protector.

  P.S. I will send Kate to pick up my stuff.

  All my love,

  Monica

  Raul dropped to his knees, feeling tears streaming down his face as the letter slipped through his fingers. A sense of helplessness overwhelmed him as his entire world came crashing down around him. His savior, the woman who had captured his heart, was now a thing of the past, and there was nothing he could say or do to bring her back. He rolled his fingers into fists, clenching them as hard as if he were trying to crush the hardest rock on this Earth. In a split second, his head shot up as he parted his lips. His deafening cry of despair shattered his kitchen window as well as the one on his front door. But glass could be repaired. His broken heart could not.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Midday found Monica on her way to her friend Kate’s apartment in M
anhattan. Frozen inside, she battled through the heavy traffic, recollecting the prophecy that had turned her life upside down. The more she thought about it, the more she believed that the witch had played a trick on her and Raul. The old, faded writing as well as the worn-out pages of that book were nothing more than just Helen’s idea of messing with them, or at least that’s what she was hoping. The book as well as the letter she had later found were just her way of getting back at his grandfather. At any rate, Monica had been dying to confide in her friend. Lost in the maelstrom of events in Paxton, she had failed to contact her or Julia in a week.

  She parked her car in the hope that Kate would agree with her. In her confusion, Monica was merely seeking someone to tell her that leaving Raul was the right thing to do as she pressed Kate’s apartment buzzer.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, Kate,” Monica’s voice came out tiredly. “I need to talk to you.”

  “Where the hell have you been?” Kate squeaked so loudly that Monica took a step back. “I’ve been worried sick about you!”

  “Look, I can explain, all right?” Monica spoke, her voice calm and steady. “Will you buzz me in? Please?”

  “This’d better be good,” Kate grumbled. Much to her friend’s relief, she obliged. Monica pushed the apartment building door open, wondering how to handle Kate’s anger. However, her friend’s temper was the least of her problems. They had argued in the past, and they had forgiven each other’s mistakes. Right now, she needed Kate to listen to her.

  As the elevator door slid open, though, she realized that this was going to be much more difficult than she initially believed. Kate was standing beside her front door, arms folded across her chest, with a fierce look in her eyes.

  “A week? Really?” Kate opened the ‘discussion’ as she squinted at Monica, tapping her foot on the floor.

 

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