Wolf's Haven

by Ambrielle Kirk

She wanted him to show her how it felt to be wanted. “I’ve never been with a…” Her words trailed off.

  “I can be gentle. Like this.” He slid his lips across the tops of her breast, leaving a flaming sensation across her skin. “Or I can be rough…like this.” He swept his tongue firmly over a nipple and suckled her through the fabric of the dress.

  “Devin…” Her breath hitched sharply and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. The sensation of his mouth on her made her toes curl, but the feeling died out quickly when he lifted his head, eyebrows raised in question.

  “Only if you are ready. Only if you will accept me.”

  “I want you.”

  He moved in and brushed his lips to the underside of her chin.

  She grasped his shoulders and held him back. “The lights?”

  He looked up at the light hanging over them. “What about them?”

  “You forgot to turn them off.”

  “No, I did not. When I touch you, I want to see how much it pleases you.”

  She nodded, a heated blush fanning over her face.

  Devin slipped the straps off her shoulders and bared her breasts to him. His gaze never left hers as he grabbed her in one hand and sucked her bud between his lips. He drew circles around the nipple, teasing the areolas. Her nipples puckered painfully under his playful tongue. He gave the other breasts just as much attention, kneading them with his palms.

  The erection in his pants pressed against her belly. “I smell your sweet heat, Tamara. Say the words, and I will give you the release your body craves.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?” He nuzzled the side of her neck, and licked at the sensitive skin behind her ear.

  “I will accept you.”

  His lips and tongue over her body felt just as good as the massage he gave earlier. It seemed as though he deliberately slowed things down. He observed her as he teased her with an attentive gaze. She had fallen so deep into his trance that she did not realize that she now lay completely naked on the bed for his inspection.

  Devin was now down to his boxer briefs. The size of his dick did nothing to rid her of her hesitations. He was so big and erect that the head emerged from the waist band.

  He grinned and brought her legs up so that the back of her thigh was against his chest. Bringing her foot to his lips, he kissed at her toes. The other foot was given an equal amount of attention. Her pussy clenched as he dragged his tongue up the insole of her foot. She clutched at the bed sheets, as her core tightened into what seemed like the buildup to an orgasm.

  His lips left a wet trail on the inside of one thigh. He stopped to kiss her at the junction of her thighs.

  “Please…” Her clit throbbed.

  “Come,” he commanded.

  Spreading her thighs further apart, he dragged his tongue slowly through her pussy lips. Her body convulsed involuntary on the bed as her release flooded through her. He found her center and suckled on her clit, prolonging the sensation. Her orgasm was so powerful, that it not only took over her body, but mind and soul as well. He lapped greedily at her nectar as small shivers pulsed through her. It wasn’t until he grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy closer to his mouth that she realized that he wasn’t going to stop. He tongue lashed her already sensitive bud with accurate, firm strokes. A fire raged through her core and she came again.

  He growled in satisfaction, and she moaned in ecstasy. His lips glistened with her honey as he rose to kneel above her on the bed. Her eyes widen at the length and girth of his manhood. His dick was hard as a rock with thick veins running under the thin skin. It stood erect, nearly vertical to the ground, and the head tilted to the right.

  “Your fucking pussy was delicious,” he growled.

  Tamara brought herself to a sitting position to kiss him, tasting her juices on his tongue. She reached for his cock and wrapped her fingers around it. He was nearly as big as her wrist and the veins pulsed against her palm eagerly. She led him down over her and he found her center with no trouble. The head of his dick sunk into her with ease. Her wet pussy clenched in need of him.

  “Tamara, look at me.”

  She lifted her gaze to Devin, to the man who’d saved her life. The pupils of his eyes narrowed. They were the eyes of the wolf.

  He sank deeper into her. “Do you understand what I am? Can you accept that?”

  “I already have, Devin. I owe my life to your wolf.”

  “My wolf…my wolf wants to claim you as his own.”

  She interlocked her fingers around his neck, pulling him closer. He slid inside of her until he was buried to the hilt. She bit into his shoulder as the ache from being stretched subsided. Accepting him, she opened her legs wider, accommodating his girth. His thick shaft moved inside of her with gentle slow strokes at first. When he was completely coated with her juices, he increased tempo and pressure. He grabbed onto her ass and held her down as he pumped into her.

  Gratifying sensations overtook her and she let go once again. As she came, her pussy milked his cock. His breathing came hard and fast against her neck where he rested his face against hers. Wrinkles developed on his forehead at the same time he groaned in pleasure. Hot seed seared her insides as he came inside of her. He stroked through his orgasm, pumping what seemed like every last bit of his soul inside her.

  After their hearts calmed, he snuggled beside her on the bed and gathered her in his arms.

  She’d fought sleep earlier while waiting for him to return, but now all of her energy was gone for sure. Her eyelids grew heavy.

  “Sleep, love,” he whispered.

  “I don’t want to wake up without you here…with me.” She heard her own voice slur as she fought to keep her eyes open.

  “I will be right here when you wake up,” he said.

  “Promise?”

  “I promise.” He closed his eyes. “Now let’s sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow.”

  Chapter Nine

  Tamara clutched the emerald pendant, running her fingers along the flat edges, as they turned off the main highway onto an unevenly paved road. The stone sign that read Caedmon village was the only indication she needed that they’d arrived.

  She glanced out of the passenger side window, looking between the trees for any sign of life. A feeling of nervousness settled over her as soon as they came across a clearing in the forest. That was when she began seeing the tops of homes, and grown-ups and children walking around going about their daily business. It reminded her like the community she grew up in while living in Florida with her parents. A close nit community where everyone was considered family.

  Devin placed a hand on her thigh as he turned down a street. “I sense your hesitation. Don’t be afraid.”

  It was probably easier from him to say. He knew these people. They were like a family to him. They were Caedmon.

  “Are there any humans?”

  There was silence for a while. “Not since I last left.”

  “What will happen when they see me?”

  “Nothing,” he said. “All of us interact with humans on daily basis. Most of them work outside of our community.”

  “Will you be punished?”

  “No. And even if it did come with a punishment, it wouldn’t matter. You are very special to me, and I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

  Tamara relaxed at those words, but in the back of her mind, she knew there would be consequences.

  Devin drove the truck into some wrought iron gates, and pulled into the driveway of what was the biggest house on the block. It wasn’t a house, for that matter. It was a three story mansion.

  He parked in front of the garage alongside a black SUV and shut off the engine. Turning to her, he said, “My business here should take less than a week…if all goes well. After things die down, we can start building that house you and I have been talking about.”

  Tamara smiled. Not one day had passed by since he first showed her the sketch of the expan
sion that they did not talk about the construction of the home, what materials should go into the interiors, where the windows should be, and how high the vaulted ceilings should go. “I’m sure you don’t need my say in the matter. You build homes for a living.”

  He leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. “But I appreciate your woman’s touch and expertise on some areas.”

  She spotted someone emerge from the home and stand on the doorstep. Another followed until the pair flanked either side of the door. Their actions weren’t consistent with people who owned the home and wanted to welcome a guest. Their stance was more suited to servants. “Exactly whose home is this?”

  “Apparently, it belongs to me.”

  Before she could question him, he got out and came around the other side to open her door.

  A young man appeared beside them. He looked neither of them in the eye. In fact, his head was lowered. “Sir—”

  “That is not necessary. Address me as Devin.”

  “Devin, may I take your bags inside?” the young man asked.

  Devin handed him a set of keys. “Thank you.”

  Tamara clutched Devin’s hand as they took the narrow pathway to the front door.

  “Welcome, sir,” the servants spoke in unison. One of them gave her a quick sideways glance.

  There was yet another servant waiting on them in the foyer. “May I take your coat?”

  Devin helped Tamara remove her coat and then he handed off both garments to the woman.

  “I’m Lenora. I’m the head maid in charge. I would be honored to remain here to serve you as I have your late sibling.” She bowed her head slightly, and then gestured off their left. “Your bother is waiting for you in the hall. You’ve arrived just in time for dinner,” the woman said, as she led them down a long corridor.

  They came to stop in front of a set of double doors. Lenora took a long look at her. The wrinkles that developed just above the bridge of her nose told Tamara that she was not the least bit pleased at her presence.

  “Sir,” Lenora tore her glance away from Tamara long enough to turn to Devin. “Your room has been prepared. I’ll have Leo bring up your luggage. Will your guest be staying with us?”

  “Please address me as Devin, and yes, Tamara will be staying.”

  “I will prepare a separate room for her.”

  “No,” he said firmly. “She will be staying with me.”

  With that, Lenora swung open the doors and stood off to one side. “Good night, Si—Devin.”

  Just as she speculated, she hadn’t been well received. After all, she was only a human among the wolves.

  ***

  Devin’s half-brother Dawson stood when he and Tamara entered the room. At first glance, Devin realized that Dawson was the spitting image of his mother, Gloria, who had striking blue eyes and blonde hair. Daniel Caedmon and Gloria weren’t true mates, but Daniel regarding her as such.

  Dawson was only seventeen years old, but he appeared mature and wise for his age. Devin met him in the center of the room, and they hugged. They’d never been close. The differences in age played a factor, but by the time Dawson had been born Devin had learned his place as the bastard son and had grown further and further apart from the family.

  “Brother,” Dawson said. “I am so glad you are here.”

  “Why?” Devin asked. “I will only stand in the way of things.”

  Dawson nodded. “I was hoping for that. I’m not strong enough to stand alone against Darius.”

  There was a hint of fear in Dawson’s eyes. Heck, he even smelled it throughout the room. “Why do you say that?”

  This time Dawson looked him square in the eyes. “There is only speculation…but I have a gut feeling that Damon’s death was no accident.”

  “A rock climbing accident, right?”

  “Accident,” Dawson scoffed. “He was an expert climber. We found the rope still attached to the anchor. It was cut, not torn. It was no accident.”

  Devin swallowed his disgust, and cringed as his heart thudded with rage. Could Damon have been murdered? Of course, he wouldn’t put something like that past Darius. There was a lot to gain being Caedmon leader. History had a way of repeating itself. In the past, potential leaders had been known to fight to the death to gain such a position.

  It wasn’t until Tamara gently squeezed his arm that he felt calm again. “I’ve been rude.” He placed a hand in the small of Tamara’s back so that she stood ahead of him. “This is Tamara. Dawson is my youngest brother.”

  “Hello, Tamara.” Dawson offered his hand.

  Tamara accepted the greeting. “Nice to meet you, Dawson.”

  “You’re human,” Dawson said.

  “She is.” Devin said. “Tamara holds a special place in my heart.” The statement flowed from his mouth so easily, but it was the truth.

  Dawson smiled. “It must be nice to have someone you can share your heart with.”

  The fact was that he had never shared his heart with anyone. Hearts were too easily broken, yet, he gambled his away once again. But Tamara wasn’t his father. She was far from it.

  Devin nodded toward the table. “We should eat. Let’s talk over dinner.”

  ***

  Tamara reached for the bottle and squeezed more of the almond and vanilla smelling body wash onto the sponge. She drew in a deep breath, and reveled in the essence of it. How long had it been since she’d soaked for this long in a warm bath?

  After smoothing the soap over her skin, she closed her eyes and sank deeper inside resting her head against the edge of the tub. The water in the whirlpool reached her collarbones, and she could actually stretch her legs out without being cramped.

  This was no ordinary bath. The room they’ve been offered to stay in was fit for a king and queen. Everything about it—the silken bed sheets, plush carpet, and heavenly soft mattress—was extravagant. The bathroom was complete with full shower, dual marble vanity sinks, and sleek tile floors. It reminded her of something she’d seen on the cover of a magazine featuring homes for the rich and famous.

  A strong set of hands molded over her shoulders. She didn’t hear Devin come in, but there was no mistaken that it was him. His familiar smell was like a drug to her.

  He massaged her neck and shoulders. “You’ve been in here a very long time.”

  “I can’t help it. The water feels so good.”

  “May I join you?”

  Tamara grinned. “There might be enough room in here for you.”

  “Are you teasing me?” The water swooshed around her as he stepped into the whirlpool.

  “Would you like me to?” She opened her eyes just in time to see the lower half of his body disappear under the bubbles.

  “I’ve been waiting long enough to have a moment alone with you.”

  Although, he’d never left the house, there’d been several meetings and things that needed tending to. “I was bored without you.”

  “I’m sorry.” His expression turned serious then. “You shouldn’t have to deal with my craziness.”

  “It’s not that.” She reached up to slick back the hair from his forehead. “It’s just that I want you all to myself…which is selfish.”

  “We share the same feeling, then. Tomorrow we’ll take a short trip into the city. Just me and you. Like a date.”

  “I would like that.”

  He moved in closer until his body was touching hers. “I want you all to myself too, Tamara. Just like it was back in the cabin.”

  “We have now,” she whispered, her fingers spreading over his chest. “We can pretend that we’re back in the cabin.”

  One night and several rounds of sex with Devin had turned her into a sex fiend. She’d never been this direct with any man. His kiss was like a drug. She didn’t even remember the last time having sex brought on such a potent mixture of emotions.

  Tamara tilted her chin and initiated the kiss, but Devin didn’t just return a simple kiss. He made love to her lips, sipping at
them gently and exploring her mouth with long lingering caresses of his tongue.

  His manhood brushed against the apex of her thighs and she reached between them to grab him. He tore away from the kiss and tilted his face to the ceiling. A look of pleasure crossed his features as she stroked him. His dick transformed to rock hard and the veins pulsed against her fingers. She traced a line from tip to root, and watched as his balls drew up tighter around his dick. He was long and full in her hand. A work of fine art. She took her time pumping him between her fists.