The Warder's Wolf

by Kinsella

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  The Warder’s Wolf - Book 3: The Warders Series

  Copyright © 2006 Viola Grace

  ISBN: 1-55410-630-3

  Cover art and design by Martine Jardin

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  Viola Grace

  To my sister, who didn’t freak out when she learned what I was writing.

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  Chapter One

  uana’s hands shook as she finished smoothing her dress over her hips. Her friends were meeting her at the Howl and would no doubt give her a hard time for her choice of clothing. They tended to wear short leather skirts and even shorter tops. She had opted for a spring dress of cotton. It covered everything and fell to her knees. R

  Those knees buckled as another bolt of lust flared through her and left her panting. Over the last two days she had gone into heat, and her clit was trying to kill her. Never in her memory had she been this aroused and no amount of masturbation was taking the edge off. Her clit was sore and sensitive to the lightest touch, and yet she still couldn’t cum. No. Not couldn’t, wouldn’t. Her body refused to obey her demands.

  Well, if she could catch the attention of one of them tonight, then her little problem would be over.

  Her friends had already arrived and taken root

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  at the bar when she showed up. Ruana wandered over to them, letting her senses catch a glimpse of her prey. Good. There were at least four wolves in the crowd, if all went well, this might even be easy.

  Keena introduced her to the bartender. Ruana extended her hand to shake his. Zan took her hand in his and raised it to his lips. As she waited to get her hand back, she felt his tongue flick across her skin and her legs nearly buckled under her. Her teeth bit her lip to stifle the moan that the tiny gesture had brought on. Meeting his eyes over her hand, she could see his wicked grin. Lord he was good looking. It was no wonder that her friends talked about him constantly.

  “May I have my hand back now?” Her fingers wiggled to draw attention to their captivity, and he reluctantly let his prize be snatched away to its owner.

  “This is your first time here.” The low rumble of his speech carried through the higher pitched voices of all the women swarming the bar.

  “Yes.” It was all that needed to be said. She would have been here sooner, naked, if she had known that he smelled as good as he looked. His scent clung to the hand that he had touched, and she could still feel the warmth of his skin against hers.

  “Make sure and tell me before you leave,

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  wouldn’t want to start a stampede.” He gave her a serious look, then a wink.

  She flashed him a small smile, and turned back to the flamboyant humans who had invited her. He watched her for a few moments and then got James to take over the bar. He had a few calls to make.

  Three hours later, Ruana was beyond bored. Her friends were off dancing with the guys that they had picked up, but not one of the candidates she spotted had come anywhere near her. Six perfectly good werewolves scented a female in heat, and not one of them made a move. Her dress must be uglier than she thought.

  She walked up to the bar and spoke to the bartender. He was blonde and attractive enough, but not her type. “Is Zan still here?”

  He turned to her with a bored look, “I know you must be one of his many fans, but I am not going to tell you where he is sweetie.” He took a close look at her, “And besides, a librarian isn’t really his type.”

  She blushed furiously, and cursed the damned dress again. “Its ok, he just told me to let him know when I was leaving. Since he’s the only guy who spoke to me tonight, I wanted to say thanks and goodnight.” She gave him a short smile and headed for the door, and the cab that was always out front.

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  But when she got outside, the cab was gone. She turned to go back into the club, but her way was barred by three of the six possibilities she had identified.

  She turned to run and found that the other three had taken up a flanking position. “Oh shit.”

  * * * *

  Inside the Howl, Zan finished his queries in the back room and came out, his eyes scanning the establishment for any signs of Ruana. The calls had taken longer than he had thought.

  “Hey James, did a girl come up here looking for me?”

  “Can you narrow it down? About five from your fan club have been by- one to say that she was leaving without waiting to see your beautiful face again.” James grimaced and loaded glasses onto a tray for a run through the dishwasher. All of his attention was on it, ignoring the women clamoring at the sight of Zan behind the bar once more.

  “Mousy, in a plain cotton dress?”

  “Yep, that’s the one.” James turned to look at his employer and took a step back at the fury in his eyes.

  “How long ago?”

  “Five minutes, maybe less? A few guys

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  followed her out, but who could be that desperate?” James was talking to air as Zan vaulted over the bar and headed for the door at a breakneck pace.

  * * * *

  “Uh, guys. I just want to take a cab home. No trouble.” She spread her hands to her sides, and prepared to fire a defense spell. She was a little rusty and could probably only hit two of them, but she hoped it would slow them down.

  “Choose, bitch.” The three flanking her moved closer.

  “Uh, choose what? What exactly are my options here?” Slowly she turned her head, and looked for another way out.

  “You have to choose one of us to fuck, or we will choose for you. And we won’t limit the number.” This growl came from in front of her. One of the three blocking the entrance to the club. She saw a movement behind them and then, as she was thinking on how she could talk her way out of this one, she heard a howl.

  All of her suitors froze. They shared frustrated glances between them and disappeared into the night. A minute after the howl, there was no hint of any danger left in the area. But Ruana couldn’t move. She slowly backed toward the door of the

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  club.

  Fear at what had almost happened shook her to the core. This was why she had just stayed home the last five times that the heat had struck.

  It was damned dangerous.

  Out of the shadows Zan appeared. He walked casually up to her and asked, “So are you willing to take me on? It might beat the alternative.”

  “At this point, I would go with Satan if he said he had a place for me.” Ruana noticed that she was actually shaking where she stood.

  “Not too complimentary, but follow me.” His easy saunter led them around to the back of the bar and a small employee parking lot. He wandered up to a small sporty car and opened the passenger door.

  “Get in,” He held open the door for her, and sh
e slid into the embrace of the leather in the small black sports car.

  Once he had gotten into the driver’s seat, he locked the doors again. “No sense taking chances.”

  They drove for over an hour until they reached a whitewashed farmhouse on an enormous yard. The way he drove the car, Ruana wouldn’t have been surprised to find that he and the machine were bonded on a genetic level.

  “Here we are.” He slid out from under the wheel and came around to her side of the car,

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  holding the door for her once again. “C’mon out, I won’t hurt you.”

  She forced herself out of her shock and surprise at what had occurred at the Howl, and sluggishly began to make her way out of the car. “I noticed that you didn’t say that you don’t bite.”

  He grinned at her, relieved that she seemed to be coming back to reality. “I don’t make promises that I can’t keep.”

  “Good to know.”

  “Come inside. I’ll get you a glass of wine. You’re way too tense.”

  He led the way into the farmhouse, and to her relief, turned on the lights as he entered each room.

  The rooms were tidy, and lived in. The oak furnishings were gleaming in the light cast by the floor lamps. The couches were lightly scuffed and the drapes a soothing blue. The fading scent of sunlight was still in the room, the heat of the day combined with Zan’s light musk to make a heady blend. This was his territory and she was a little nervous to be invited.

  “So, um. Do you rescue a lot of girls like me?” She was wandering into the kitchen behind him and watching him open a bottle of wine.

  “Nah, most know what they want, and who they want it from. As you know, the fact that you have no pack affiliation makes you an easy

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  target.” The cork came free with a soft ‘pop’ and he reached up to get a wine glass from the cupboard.

  “How did you know that I don’t belong to a pack?” She was wary once again, the throbbing in her lower body at the sight of him reaching for the glass, pushed aside for the moment.

  “Easy.” He turned and handed her the glass of wine. It was a delicate pink and smelled of flowers and berries. “I checked.”

  She thanked him and took a cautious sip. The flavors exploded on her tongue. The only thing that she could think that it tasted like was wild summer. Her breath came out in a shuddering sigh and she took another delicate sip. Wow.

  As she met his gray eyes, she felt she had to ask, “Ok, I am new at this. Where exactly does that leave me? My not having a pack, I mean.”

  “Prey to any and all who want to take advantage of you. With no recourse and no one to protect you. Basically raw meat.” He was matter of fact, but still watching her closely.

  “Ah, I thought as much. If it hadn’t gotten so bad, I would never have broken cover.” She looked down and was surprised to find that she was at the bottom of her glass.

  “If what hadn’t gotten so bad?” His voice was distant, even though he was sitting across from her.

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  “If I hadn’t gone into heat again.” She shook her head to clear it. “The pounding in my blood is unbearable. My thighs are slick with my own juices, I want to touch myself, but it does no good, the fire only climbs higher.”

  His head cocked to one side. “How often has this happened? It doesn’t seem like this is the first time you have gone into heat.”

  She blushed scarlet. “May I have some more wine? Thank you.” She sipped again.” Naw, this is the fifth or sixth time it’s happened. The other times it started to go away after a few days, but this time, it just keeps getting stronger.”

  “What did you do the other times?” His voice seemed to be coming from another room, but he was still there in front of her.

  “Oh, I masturbated until it felt like my fingers were going to fall off. Burned out a few pairs of batteries, that kind of thing.” The wine was gone again. She giggled.

  “Can I have some more wine? It tastes really good.” She was incredibly relaxed right now, no cares in the world. And when Zan got up from the table she smiled at him. Not a grin, but a slow smile that started in her eyes and slowly drew her full lips away from her teeth. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and she was amazed at the effect that it had on him.

  One moment he was standing next to the table,

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  and the next moment, she was on it. “Oh.”

  His eyes met hers as he slowly slid his hands under her skirt, and up her thighs. When he reached the molten heat between them, he let out a lurid curse and pulled her legs apart to stand between her knees.

  Her panties tore away in his hands, and then she felt his fingers stroking the flesh and parting the lips of her sex. He returned one hand to his jeans and unsnapped and unzipped them while keeping his eyes on hers.

  A furious blush had spread over Ruana- this was what she wanted, what she craved, but not something that she was used to. The last time she had felt a man’s hard length moving inside her, it was just after high school and not all that pleasant. She sensed that this time, things would be different.

  With a few small movements of his hand, he was free of the confining fabric. Ruana looked down and watched the angry purple head of his cock move toward her. Her weight was resting on her hands, and her thighs were spread wide on the table. Now, based on the determined look in his eyes, she was going to be seriously fucked.

  Two fingers slid inside her and began to move, then he added a third. They slid in and out, hard and fast, and she squealed and arched against them. Just as her body was letting her find her

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  rhythm, the fingers withdrew.

  “No! More!” Her only coherent thoughts came out in a wail. Her hands fisted on the table and she whimpered.

  Zan did not even respond to her, but pulled her hips to the edge of the table and set the head of his cock against her. Her slick heat embraced the head of his member with a relieved flutter. Slowly he moved deeper and deeper within her, until he was buried to the balls.

  “Oh, god yes!” She groaned in relief. Then he began to thrust.

  He was very slow and extremely thorough. Each thrust rubbed the sensitive tissues within her pussy and caused her to arch toward him. He was taking her weight with his hands on her lower back and working her against his thrusts as he pushed and slid through her slick channel.

  Without knowing it, her hands had moved to his shoulders, and her fingers were twisting in his hair. He began to pick up speed, and was beginning to pound her against his cock with each inward thrust.

  She felt the spiral of tension build within her, and dropped one of her hands off of his shoulder to rub circles around her clit. The wetness that had spread out of her from their fucking had made it easy. In only a few passes, she felt the tension grow and heard him growl from above her. Her

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  eyes flew up to meet his and one of his hands pulled hers aside, just when she was almost there!

  “What?” No other words passed through the haze of pleasure as his wicked fingers took over from where she had left off.

  “Mine.” More of a grunt than a word, but its meaning was unmistakable.

  His fingers circled, pinched and flicked at her clit as his cock slammed into her with renewed effort.

  “Oh, hell!” She screamed and clutched at him as her back arched and her legs wrapped around his waist to hold him within her as she came. He continued to pound into her, against the tension surrounding his shaft, trying to hold him within her. Her orgasm went on and on, a fresh pulse of sensation with every plunge and withdrawal over her sensitive tissues.

  When her release had run its course, she fell limply onto the table, feeling the mad rush of energy that now filled Zan’s body. Every thrust took him to the hilt. Pounding away at her in a burst of motion that soon had him howling as his own orgasm claimed him.

  Ruana fel
t his climax within her, and felt the wetness of his seed as it released in the depths of her belly. If she had had the energy, she might have held him when he collapsed on her, but she didn’t. She lay on the heavy oak table and

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  struggled to catch her breath, wondering if this was it, and she could go now.

  She closed her eyes and took stock of her body. Beneath the throbbing satisfaction was the hunger for more. As if woken by her thoughts, the hunger began to grow again. The rest of her was ready for round two as well. She only had one tiny injury on her ass where Zan’s fingers had bruised her.

  Between her thighs she felt him stirring again and shuddered in response to the bolt of heat that went through her. Zan’s head rested against her breast, and the nipple near his mouth came to swift attention as his breath blew over it through the thin layers of clothing. She squirmed gently under him, wanting more, but not sure how to ask for it. One of her hands slid through the dark silk of his hair, and caressed the back of his neck.

  He raised his head. “Care for another round?” He kissed the tip of her nose and then kissed her lips for the first time. His hips rocked gently against her as his tongue slid into her mouth.

  It seemed that they kissed and slowly moved together for hours, bodies sighing and clothing rustling against each other, but abruptly it was too much for Ruana. Her legs locked at the base of his spine and pulled him into her with all the force she possessed. He grunted in reaction and flipped, so that his back was now against the table and she was kneeling over him. Her hands braced against

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  his stomach and she rode him like a wild thing, moving up and down on his bursting erection as he howled and arched under her. She continued to fuck herself on his arching body as she felt his balls empty within her. Her hands came up and clawed at her breasts through her dress and she pinched her nipples with a vicious grip.