Growl

by Eve Langlais

  “Dammit. I didn’t mean to tell you all that. I’m fine now,” she said, clearing her throat. “Sorry I woke you with my nightmare. You can go now, I’ll be all right.”

  “I won’t leave you,” he told her adamantly. “I will protect you.”

  “From the boogeyman?” she asked with a light chuckle. “Seriously, I’m good now.”

  She’d turned a little, so that she was now looking right up at him. He glanced down, saw her hazel eyes, still red from her crying. Honey-toned cheeks streaked from tears, hair a wild mass that for all that it was worth, aroused him just as much as the feel of her soft body pressed against his. No, Blaez did not believe in the selection process because if it were true she wouldn’t be here with him; of all the lycans in the world it would not be him.

  “I’m not leaving,” he replied adamantly, ignoring his thoughts. “Turn around and go back to sleep.”

  She huffed and acted as if she were about to say something else. Blaez only stared at her with every bit of intent that he possessed. He meant it. Alpha female, Selected, homeless woman on the streets, who- or whatever Kira was, Blaez had no intention of leaving her or letting her go. It was that simple. And that damned complicated.

  He’d never slept with a woman before. Never held one in his arms in this way before either. Had never wanted to.

  “You cannot sleep if you keep staring at me,” he said, this time not looking down at her.

  Something happened when he looked deep into her eyes, something stranger than what was happening now, and Blaez figured he could only deal with so many anomalies at one time.

  “Are you really planning to stay with me every second of every day from now on?” came her tired inquiry.

  “I already told you I don’t plan on letting anything happen to you.”

  “That’s not an answer to my question, Blaez. Why would you want to keep me here knowing that my family is intent on hunting and killing yours?”

  The question had caught Blaez off guard, but he didn’t show it. He should have known she knew who he was. She was a Hunter after all. Gritting his teeth, he said, “This is not the time for a question-and-answer session. It’s the middle of the night. You need to get some sleep.” And he needed to think. He needed to figure out what the hell was going on here and how he actually planned to deal with it.

  “And what do you need, Blaez?” she pressed.

  He was the one to stiffen this time.

  “Why are you doing this when there’s a very real possibility that I could be setting you up to be killed?”

  Blaez looked down at her this time, ignored the urge to push a few thick strands of hair from her forehead. “Are you setting me up?” he asked her simply, seriously.

  She shook her head. “No. I’m not.”

  He believed her. That was simple and also very serious.

  “Then go to sleep. Tomorrow you’re going to tell me all about your pack and why one of them was stupid enough to try and claim you against your will.”

  “Why do you care?”

  Blaez had no answer to that question. None that he was ready to admit anyway. “We’ll talk more later. Go to sleep now, lýkaina.”

  She blinked up at him. “Why do you call me that?”

  Another question. Blaez should have been amazed, but nothing about her was as it should have been. Nothing was normal or self-explanatory. That was a big part of the problem.

  “Because you’re one spitfire of a lycan.”

  “It’s the Greek translation of the word,” she continued. “There are books in the library written in Greek. They’re yours, aren’t they?”

  “Yes.”

  “I could tell some things from the pictures and a few words looked familiar. I think I’d like to know what they say.” She paused momentarily. “I read the book about your family.”

  And that’s how she knew who he was. Or had she always known? Blaez couldn’t think straight, not with her lying so calmly in his arms, her body soft and warm against his. He knew who she was and who he was. For all intents and purposes that alone caused a problem. If that sign on her back had any real significance, the issue was magnified. When all of this came to a head the damage could be irreversible. His head pounded, even while his body hardened reacting to her proximity, the innocent whisper of her voice in the still of the night. It had been a very long time since Blaez had been this conflicted, since the decisions that he needed to make weighed so heavily on his mind.

  “I can teach you the Greek words,” he said finally. “After you get some sleep.”

  She actually looked as if she was contemplating his response, her brow furrowing slightly. Blaez slid down so that he was now lying on the bed, pulling her to him, and settling them both against the two pillows that still remained on the bed.

  “Good night, lýkaina,” he said, this time praying to every god he did believe in for her questions to cease. At least for tonight.

  She moved then, an action that pressed her flush against his hard cock, her back to his chest. The fear was gone now and she smelled like rain. Her hair brushing against his chin smelled like coconut, which matched the shampoo that he knew was in her bathroom.

  “Good night,” she replied finally, the sound of her voice like a fresh breeze on a summer’s day.

  Minutes ticked by, then hours, Blaez was sure. He did not sleep, did not close his eyes or even relax. Instead, he remembered.

  His mother had been born in Greece, in a small town at the base of Mount Olympus. His father had moved there after years of traveling, attempting to find solitude from the role he’d been cursed to play. Alec Trekas had no idea that he’d been going to the very place he needed to be to continue his part in this war that Zeus had begun. Kharis was a believer in the Moirai, or the Fates. She knew that meeting Alec on that summer’s day was a thread in the life she was meant to lead. Ten years later Kharis and Alec had moved to the United States to raise their three sons and daughter. And Kharis had begun to tell her middle son, Blaez, the stories of the Fates, explaining that his life had a purpose and that he would one day find that purpose and act accordingly. He would live up to the power of his bloodline.

  And on that fateful day while Blaez was in basic training at the Marine Corps, his family had been killed by a group of Hunters. In the blink of an eye his fate had been sealed. He’d tried to run from it, joining the human military and getting as far away from his family and their beliefs as he possibly could. Yet he had been unable to run from the threads of fate that were steadily twining together to form his life.

  Kira was a thread.

  The thought had hit him some time just before dawn. The Moirai had brought her here and that knowledge was the intrinsic reason why he could not let her go. He’d held back a curse as once again what he wanted no longer mattered. His destiny had been pre-ordained by powers beyond what even he and his many books on their history could comprehend.

  So, yes, he would keep her close and he would protect her and he would face the pack of Hunters that he knew were coming for her. He would face them, all the while praying that they had no idea who and what he really was, because that would be a game changer.

  That would be the beginning of the end.

  * * *

  Kira awoke with a whoosh of breath escaping her lungs, her eyes cracking open to see a great ass … naked, flexing much closer to her face than she thought was good for her sanity. Or anyone else’s sanity for that matter. Her palms itched to touch each tight globe, to run her fingers along the deep dent on each side. She’d just been moving her arms closer, her fingers wiggling with anticipation, when it dawned on her what was going on.

  A door slammed and she jolted upward, or at least she tried. A strong arm across the back of her legs and the fact that she seemed to be moving despite that had her about to scream. Only something told her that she wasn’t in danger, at least not in the traditional sense. No, this was different; this was the type of trouble that started with a capital B and seemed
to be right up her alley as of late.

  “What the hell are you doing? Put me down!” she yelled at his back … the exceptionally great-looking backside of this man she couldn’t seem to keep out of her mind or her personal space.

  “I need a shower,” he said while he continued walking.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said just after her feet hit the cool ceramic tiles. She looked down at her feet, light against the dark gray of the floor, then up to see that mouthwatering ass again as Blaez leaned over into a shower stall that looked the size of half the room she was staying in. He turned the silver handle and looked up as water instantly began to fall … from the ceiling.

  Kira looked up then to see one of two sleek silver showerheads that blended seamlessly with the stark white ceiling. The walls surrounding the shower were gray tiles that matched the floor, clear glass doors encasing the entire structure. A bench lined the entire wall, with three inlays that housed bottles of body wash and shampoos, she presumed.

  “You can’t take a shower from over there,” he said, and Kira looked up at him.

  He was naked. Totally. Deliciously.

  Had he been naked last night when he’d come into her room? More important, had he been naked the entire time he’d lain in that bed next to her? Oh yes, she recalled immediately, he definitely had. The inside of her thighs were still wet from that knowledge, as she’d continuously pressed her ass back to rub along the mouthwatering length of his arousal. He’d been hard and hot all night long and she’d wondered how she’d managed to fall asleep at all. Easy, when she slept she dreamed of him slipping every inch of his thick cock deep inside of her, sort of like that wolf in her nightmare had done with its tongue.

  “You can stare at me from inside the shower as well” was Blaez’s final irritatingly cocky statement before he stepped through the glass door, to stand beneath the spray of water.

  His words bothered and aroused her, and before she could analyze them any further Kira found herself doing exactly as he’d said, again. She stood there staring at him as water sluiced over his ripped abs, down his toned thighs. When he turned she sucked in a breath to see a line trickling down the crease of that perfect ass of his. Hell, she wanted to scream that he shouldn’t look so damned good and be so freakin’ irritating all at the same time. No, what she really wanted to do was fuck him.

  It was a startling truth, and since she’d decided long ago that she wasn’t in the business of lying or betraying or any of that other stuff her father and his pack seemed to thrive on, she had to start by at least being honest with herself. No matter how she’d come to be here or how much she thought leaving was the only answer, she wanted to be beneath Blaez with her legs spread wide, willing and waiting for him even more.

  With that thought and the realization that it was morning so she would need a shower anyway, she pulled the nightshirt up and over her head, moving slowly until she was opening the shower door and stepping inside, with him.

  He’d already grabbed the soap and stood just a couple inches away from the water rubbing it all over his body. There was nothing seductive about his movements, they were purely functional, and yet she could not stop watching every swipe of his hand over taut muscles, sculpted peaks, and that rigid gloriousness of his shaft. Her mouth watered at the sight.

  Kira had never gone down on a guy before. She’d seen it of course, as her father’s pack were absolutely shameless in their sexual exploits. There’d been more than one occasion when it had been late and she’d gotten up for a snack—or because she’d known what she’d see—and she’d found them in the living room. All of them. Together. Of course she’d seen more than she’d ever personally experienced. Dallas sitting on the couch, his head tilted back, mouth open as he groaned, some unknown female between his legs sucking his hard cock until he was coming into her mouth. Cody would be behind the same female, spreading her ass cheeks as he thrust his length into her from behind. While across the room Kev and Milo would touch and suck each other, until finally they were both howling with release.

  She’d been both aroused and alarmed by the sights at first but over time had grown more accustomed to seeing how lycans were together, how her father said they were meant to be. But when Dallas had come for her that night she’d wanted him off of her. She’d screamed and fought back and done everything in her power to resist becoming a part of the circle these men had formed, no matter how normal it was said to be for their kind.

  “You like what you see?” Blaez’s deep voice pulled her from her reverie and her gaze snapped up to his face to find him staring intently at her.

  His eyes were usually brown—she’d noted that during yesterday’s breakfast—but in the gym and again last night when she’d looked up at him they’d been almost black and clouded with what … she thought might be desire. Was Blaez as attracted to her as she was to him? How could that be possible? He was an alpha of his own pack and she was just— On second thought, yeah, he could want her. He could want to claim her just like the others. If nothing else, she was an opportunity to any pack, a rise in their power and a key part to whichever side that pack was on. How was that for knowing her worth? However, Kira sensed something different here, something more intriguing than anything she’d ever seen the members of her father’s pack doing before.

  “What are we doing?” she asked in response because she simply wasn’t sure. Her plan had to be to find her mother’s family, to possibly stay with them while she figured out what else was out there for her, what her mother had said was her true destiny.

  “You’re just about salivating while staring at me,” came Blaez’s reply.

  “Even in the shower you’re an arrogant ass,” she quipped, turning away from him and reaching for one of the bottles of body wash. She was just reading to see what scent it held when he reached an arm around her, taking it from her hand.

  “But I wasn’t lying,” he said. “You were staring at me like you wanted this dick for yourself.”

  She opened her mouth to say something, but he touched two fingers to her lips after replacing the body wash. “Shh, just listen before you argue.”

  Kira did not want to listen to him, not again, and certainly not now when he was so close to her and the thoughts of him pounding hard and fast into her pussy were still running rampant through her mind.

  “Like I told you yesterday, part of taking full control of your life is knowing what you want and taking it,” he said, water trickling at his back.

  They were both wet and standing only inches from each other. The water was hot and steam had begun to fill the stall, so that she could no longer see anything outside the space they now occupied.

  “I do know what I want,” she told him defiantly. “I know that I do not want to be here. I never planned to be here … with you.”

  “And yet, you want to touch me,” he told her, his gaze going dark as he stared down at her. “You want to wrap your little hands around my hard cock and stroke until I come. Or do you want to suck it? You do, don’t you? You want to suck me dry, lýkaina.”

  His voice had deepened as he’d continued, his gaze falling to her lips that as if on command had opened, not wide enough for him to slip his length inside the way he’d suggested, but enough so that even if she denied his words he would know she was lying.

  “I don’t understand,” she replied with every ounce of honesty she possessed. “Why me?”

  His gaze came back up to meet hers, his lips pressing tightly together before his next words seemed to be ground out, “Why not you?

  “I’ll bet that smart mouth of yours is hot as hell. And wet, just like your pussy. Ever since that night in the woods I’ve been unable to get the scent of your arousal out of my head. It’s driving me insane!” He had raised his voice and Kira took a precautionary step back.

  “I don’t belong here.”

  “You do,” he replied.

  She was shaking her head, refusing to hear his words, wanting desperate
ly to focus on the sound of the water hitting the tiled floor.

  “I don’t belong with you.”

  “That’s what I originally thought,” he said, reaching out to grab her wrist in his hand. He held it firmly while their gazes remained locked. When she could feel him pulling her hand closer Kira swallowed.

  “I vowed to never let anyone in. I had no choice.” His voice sounded strained, almost tortured, and Kira’s heart beat wildly as she stared at him, seeing that strange glow outlining his body once more.

  “But then you showed up,” he continued, and Kira blinked. She tried to focus to hear his words, to understand what they meant, what this aura surrounding him was supposed to mean to her.

  “I didn’t expect you,” he said, his voice growing deeper as he placed her hand at the base of his dick. “You,” he repeated, clamping his lips tightly once more.

  Kira gasped when her fingers scraped along the turgid length of his arousal. Her body trembled, her mind warring with what she should do next. Part of her thinking she should pull away, kick through the shower door, and run like hell, doing whatever she could to get out of this house and away from this man. Another part demanding she stay right there, that she touch him, be with him, accept him. It was weird in a long line of unexplainable things that had been happening to her—Tora’s death, Penn’s betrayal, her running away and ending up in the midst of a Devoted pack, the dreams that seemed so real, and him, this lycan who should have been so wrong for her but felt so damned right.

  Her fingers extended, wrapping around the base, loving the warmth that immediately spread from him to her palm, up her arm, and throughout her body. She held him tightly, her lips trembling, eyes trained on his face.

  “Take it, lýkaina. Take what you want,” he said through gritted teeth.

  Kira stared at him, amazed at what she thought she saw. His face was contorted, in pleasure, she thought, as his breaths were coming faster, a muscle in his jaw twitching as she tightened her grip on him. When she pulled her hand back, stroking her palm along the veined length of his cock, stopping to rub her thumb over the bulbous head, he closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly from side to side.