Wolf Call

by Jane Jamison

She sputtered the drink she’d just taken. “How do you know about Duke?”

  “I was at Saddles, remember? What I couldn’t figure out was why you left with him. I thought you’d come to talk to my brothers and me.”

  Why did she quickly look away again? Does she have a thing going on with Duke?

  “I meant how did you know that I left with Duke? And I did come to talk to you guys. But when DJ got into it with Duke, I was kind of thrown for a loop.”

  He drank more of his wine and forced the stab of jealousy away. He didn’t want to, but he stayed away from the prickly subject of Duke. “You gave everyone quite the show last night. You know. When you got on top of the bar and danced with the girls.”

  “Yeah, well. I’m not sure what got into me. It was a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing.”

  “It was a hell of a thing and one I’m glad I didn’t miss. You’re sexy standing still, but when you dance? Hell, girl, you took my breath away.”

  He loved the way the pink coursed up her neck and into her cheeks. Setting his glass down, he reached for a strand of her hair that had fallen in front of her eyes when she’d lowered her chin. She jerked away.

  But not before the quick zap of electricity passed between them. The way she’d reacted, shivering a second before she’d moved away, confirmed that she’d felt it, too.

  Suddenly, he had to know if she was involved with Duke. If she was, it wouldn’t mean that they’d give up on her as their mate, but it would let them know what they were up against. “I’ve got to ask. Did you spend the night with Duke?”

  She blinked. “What? No. Why would you ask me that?”

  He hadn’t meant to bring it up, but the way his chest tightened like it was folding up on itself left him no alternative. “I have to know.”

  “Look, I know that we…especially since your brothers and I…I mean, since we’ve grown close…maybe too close, too fast…I’m not comfortable discussing this. Besides, I was right in the middle of something.” She placed her glass on the table, her blue eyes filled with both irritation and confusion.

  “It’s because we’ve gotten so close that I need to know. Did you sleep, either last night or before that, with Duke Simpton?”

  “I came home by myself last night. And what I did before I met you three shouldn’t matter. Again, I don’t want to talk about Duke.”

  She stood up as though she needed to get away from him, and he followed her, taking her by the arms. “I’m not asking out of jealousy.” He dragged in a breath. “At least not only because of jealousy. I’m asking because I need to know who you’ve been with.”

  He groaned and could’ve kicked himself in the head if he’d thought it was physically possible. None of what he was saying was coming out right. In fact, he not only sounded jealous, but somewhat controlling as well. But who could think with her perfect breasts peeking over the top of her shirt? She’d dressed for a comfortable day at home in shorts and a simple T-shirt, but on her the outfit was erotic as hell. Her breasts heaved, capturing his attention and stealing away rational thought.

  “You need to know who I’ve been with? Seriously? Do you want to exchange lists of everyone we’ve slept with? Because I’m betting your list is a lot longer than mine.” She tried to jerk her arm out of his hold, but he held on.

  “Heather, it’s not what you think. I don’t care if you’ve slept with a hundred men.”

  “What? Is that what you think? Are you calling me a skank?”

  “Of course not. That came out all wrong.” He released her to drag a hand through his hair, and she pulled away.

  She almost stumbled over the briefcase sitting on the floor, then bent down to grab it as if she were protecting top-secret documents that would save the world from annihilation. He caught her, but she wasn’t about to let him hold her again.

  “I can’t talk about this right now, so please leave my place.”

  “Your place? I thought this belonged to the Cumming family. What’s your connection to them again?”

  Her confused expression morphed into one that held both fear and irritation.

  Why can’t I shut the hell up? This is not going anywhere near how I’d planned. I wanted to seduce her, make her feel special, and tell her that she belongs to us. So much for that.

  “I told you. I’m a family friend. Why are you asking so many questions?” She dropped the briefcase and shoved a finger against the middle of his chest. “I don’t like getting grilled like this.”

  “Grilled? That’s not what I’m doing.”

  “It sure feels like you’re interrogating me.”

  “What’s wrong with you, Heather? You’ve acted jumpy and weird from the moment you opened the door.”

  “I don’t like anyone delving into my private matters, that’s all. No one, not even my father, has a right to do that. Oh, sure, I may do what he wants, but when push comes to shove, I’m my own woman and I have my own life. Do you get me?”

  “Huh? What’s your father got to do with anything?”

  She stopped, her mouth opened to say more, then slammed it shut as though she realized she’d said too much. But too much about what?

  Backing away, she turned and rushed to the hallway. “Just leave, okay? Like I said, I was right in the middle of something when you showed up. We can talk later.”

  Chapter Seven

  Heather was gone before he could answer. Yet what more could he say? Every time he opened his mouth, he said another stupid thing. Or worse, he asked another foolish question. Brandon heard the slam of a door, yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Not until he’d straightened things out. Besides, something was up for her to act so strangely and put him on edge.

  He strode down the hallway, throwing doors open as he went, searching for her. “Heather, I’m not leaving until you listen to what I have to say.”

  Crap. Tone it down.

  Yet he found it difficult not to want to let his inner wolf take over. That side of him would toss her to the floor and show her how much he cared. He couldn’t do any worse that way than he had with his words, right?

  He shoved open the last door on the right and froze. She sat on the end of her bed, her head down, her hands in her lap. In an instant, he was by her side.

  “What’s wrong?” He bent, trying to see if she was crying, but her hair hung in the way and he didn’t dare touch her. “Look, we’ve got off on the wrong foot, and I admit, it’s mainly my fault. How about we start over?”

  She lifted her head and studied his face. Hers was tear-free and, if he didn’t know better, filled with lust.

  “Heather, I’m sorry I came off sounding like a controlling macho freak, but it’s just that…” He fumbled, the special words he wanted to say not coming to him.

  Throw her down and show her, shouted the wolf inside him clawing to get free. He gritted his teeth and kept the animal at bay.

  “It’s just what?” She searched him, her gaze diving into his.

  He couldn’t have said anything other than the truth even if his life had depended on it. “It’s just that I can’t stand the thought of Duke or any other man touching you.”

  “What about your brothers? You know that they’ve…touched me, don’t you?”

  He put a palm on her cheek. “That’s different.”

  “It is?”

  “Yeah, it is. You’ve sensed that there’s something special between you and all three of us, haven’t you?”

  “So you got the same thing?”

  “You bet. Rick, DJ, and me. When we get near you, a burst of energy shoots through each of us, and I’m willing to bet that it does the same to you.”

  She nodded, her lips parting to tempt him. He had to glance away to keep from pushing her back onto the bed and claiming her pouty mouth.

  “I can see that it does. Heather, do you believe that people can fall in love at first sight?”

  He didn’t want to risk telling her that she was meant for them, that fate had chosen her for them
. Instead, he took another route to the same conclusion. As long as she knew they were meant for each other, what did it matter what it was called?

  “I don’t know.” It was her turn to glance away. “Until I met Rick and DJ, no. I wouldn’t have believed that it could. But now? Now I’m not so sure.”

  He took her face in his hands and felt her pulse racing under the tip of his finger that slid over the vein in her neck. “Yes, you are. If you weren’t, then that day at the ranch, between you and my brothers, wouldn’t have happened. How much more proof do you need?”

  She clasped his wrists and her gaze intensified. “Give me more proof.”

  “How?” Did she mean what he hoped she did? His wolf howled for joy.

  “Show me like this.” Heather grabbed him behind the neck and brought her mouth to his.

  He was thrown at first, but then his wolf ran with the sizzle that leapt from her and came alive, roaring his need. Brandon took her behind the neck and matched her fervor with his own.

  She was his as surely as the moon would rise tonight. He’d suffered through listening to his brothers talk about how wonderful it was to be with her, how sex had transcended to another level. They’d tried not to talk too much, but it was like asking a dying man not to praise how he’d managed to live.

  They fell back together onto her bed. They hurried, first trying to get out of their clothes until frustration set in and he couldn’t help but rip them away. Her shirt came away in shreds, followed by her shorts. She tugged on his shirt, but he’d go to hell before he stopped working to get her clothes off. Growling, he kissed his way along her neck then to her breast, shifting enough to bring out his fangs. With one quick tear, he tore her bra from her and tossed it away then retracted his fangs before she could see them. Sliding his hand under the thin strip of her thong, he yanked and broke the last barrier to her treasure.

  “Not fair.”

  He chuckled as he tugged her taut nipple into his mouth. “Life isn’t fair.” He didn’t care if she’d understood him or not. He wouldn’t, couldn’t let go of her for anything, much less to rid himself of his clothing.

  His hand found the curls below and skimmed through them until his finger slipped between her folds. She moaned and laid her head back, digging her fingernails into his shoulders.

  She was his kindling and he was the match to set them both on fire.

  He sunk one finger into her pussy, passing briefly over her clit, amazed at how wet she already was. She spread her legs even as he pulled her higher onto the bed. Leaning on his elbow, he watched her, needing to see her face when he plunged a second finger into her pussy.

  She was tight, tighter than any woman he’d ever had. It was as though her body had waited for him, for his brothers, and, now that she had found them, she’d clamp down and never let him go.

  He skimmed his gaze from her angelic face with her lust-filled eyes and down to the patch of blonde hair that was so soft against the palm of his hand. “God, you’re beautiful.”

  She lifted her head and kissed him, biting his lower lip. “I need you. Now.”

  He smiled, loving the way she demanded that he make love to her. “You’re a bossy thing, aren’t you?”

  She returned his smile. “Are you afraid you can’t handle me?”

  Damn, how I love a challenge.

  He looked down at his hand, shoved a third finger into her pussy, and arched an eyebrow. “You tell me. Who’s got who on their back?”

  Her mouth parted as he stroked her, reaching for her sweet spot. “I want to see your face when you come.”

  She gritted her teeth and took a chunk of his hair in her hand to yank his head back. “Nobody makes me do anything I don’t want to do.”

  Throwing her leg over his, she rolled on top of him. She took his shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons flying. Bending over him, she kissed him again, sweeping her tongue into his mouth. He sucked, attempting to keep it in his mouth, but she managed to get it out. She sat up, her full breasts pushed together as she dragged her palms along his chest and down to his belt. When he tried to help her unbuckle it, she slapped his hands away.

  “Whoa, girl. I was only trying to help.”

  “I don’t need you to help me.” Tugging hard, she sent his belt flying into the air behind her. She unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. Gasping, she stopped long enough to give his growing cock a good once-over.

  He took her breasts in his hands and fondled them. She was wild and untamed with her long golden hair streaming over her shoulders. He would remember her like this for the rest of his life. But a man could take only so much. Taking her by the arms, he lifted her, putting her feet on the floor.

  “Hey!”

  He stood, pushing his jeans to the floor as he toed off his boots. At last he was as naked as she was. She came to him, but he grabbed her shoulders and turned her around.

  “Bend over.” Caressing her, he glided his hand up her spine to push on her shoulders.

  “No. Not like this.”

  He gently but firmly shoved her, making her lean forward and take her knees. “Don’t worry, baby. I just want a good look at your ass.”

  She lowered her head, letting her hair fall forward. Her round bottom was picture perfect as he skimmed his fingers along her soft skin, over the crease, and onto the other butt cheek. He pushed his cock against her bottom, moving it against her dark hole but stopping as the tip of his cock met the tight rings of her anus.

  “Not tonight, but soon, I’m going to ram my cock deep into your pretty ass.”

  She wiggled her bottom, teasing him to the point that he almost changed his mind. “Tempt me again and I’ll do it right now.”

  Instead, she brought her upper torso up and ran his arm around her and under her breasts as he cupped one breast and brought his mouth to the curve of her neck. The beast inside him clawed to get free, howling a command to shift and sink his fangs into her skin. She reached behind to take his hair again.

  “Brandon, I’m so wet. When are you going to make me come?”

  “I thought nobody could make you do anything you didn’t want to do?”

  She groaned, the sound reminiscent of a growl. Impossibly, it made him even hotter to have her. Picking her up, he threw her on top of the bed then climbed on after her. Taking her along with him, he laid his head on a pillow then moved her so that she straddled his head.

  “Sit on my face, baby. I need a good, long drink.”

  He held her by the hips and guided her down. Shoving his mouth against her pussy, he drove his tongue between her pussy lips and found her clit. She cried out as he sucked in the tender bundle of nerves, pulling it between his teeth to torture it even more. He flattened his tongue against her clit, pressing as hard as he could as her delicious cream flowed over his lips, into his mouth. Growling, he rubbed his face against her, wanting his entire face wet with her juices.

  Heather massaged her breasts as he pulled back so that he could watch her pinch her nipples. “That’s it, baby. Make them as hard as you can. Damn, I love to see you play with yourself.”

  “Then watch me do this.” She brought a hand to her pussy and rubbed against her clit.

  He watched, spellbound, as she brought herself to a climax. Her body jerked, showing her release as it sped outward from her clit then up to her face. Her expression was rapturous, and he couldn’t stand not to be a part of that emotion. As she continued to circle her fingers over her clit, he licked around and over her hand, slurping up every ounce he could drink.

  When her tremors died down, she looked at him and slowly, seductively brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked the juices off them. She smiled a temptress’s smile. “I taste good. Do you?”

  “Maybe you should find out.”

  To his delight, she turned around, putting her delectable pussy over his face again, but with hers over his cock.

  “Don’t be shy, baby. Suck away.”

  Her hair tickled his legs and his
balls as she lowered her head and drew his cock inside her mouth. He closed his eyes then opened them and pulled her clit back to his mouth. His fully erect cock strained as her mouth surrounded him. She lashed her tongue over his length, pulling him in as far as she could only to release him. He had no doubt that she was torturing him, and he intended to pay her back.

  He grabbed her ass, digging his fingers into her butt cheeks to hold her to him. First, he whipped his tongue around her clit then plunged it into her pussy. She bucked, but she wasn’t going anywhere if he could help it.

  Still, she had her own way of getting back at him. Deep-throating him, she sucked on his cock hard, making his balls tighten as he fought against losing control. Then, at a pace so slow that it nearly drove him insane, she skimmed her teeth from the base of his cock to the tender tip. Her sucking sounds matched his in a sexual song.

  As he’d known before, a man could only stand so much. Groaning, he lifted her leg and moved out from under her. Her complaint was muffled, but the intent was clear enough.

  “Do you like it rough, Heather?”

  “I don’t know.” She fell to the side, rolling on to her back. Her breasts bounced with the movement, enticing him to massage one. “I’ve never had rough sex.”

  “Then let’s give you a little introduction. That is, if you’re sure you’re up for it. If you are, choose a safe word.”

  He could see the nervousness in her eyes. “A safe word?”

  “Yeah. Choose a word that you can say if things, if I’m getting too rough. Pick a word that wouldn’t normally come up during sex.”

  “Like if I said the word ‘cauliflower’?”

  “Exactly.” He went to his hands and knees, crawling over her like the predator he held trapped deep inside him. “Ready?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  He turned the animal loose just enough to help him but not enough to take over. He’d never hurt her as a human, and he’d never allow his wolf to hurt her, either. Taking her by the hair at the back of her neck, he yanked her to him, putting her face close to his. He squeezed her breast and saw first the spark of pain followed right after by the gleam of delight. He paused long enough to give her time to say her safe word, and when she didn’t, he had to choke back a howl.