Taken By The Wolf: Collection

by Jessica Ryan

  “Well, they did a good job teaching you to cook,” he said, showing her his empty plate. “I want more.”

  “Did you inhale that?” she asked, her eyes growing wide. They hadn’t been talking that long and already he’d cleaned his plate.

  Rowan just laughed and began heaping more food onto his plate. Werewolf metabolisms had to be really fast.

  “So you don’t talk to your parents anymore?” Rowan asked.

  “I haven’t in close to a year,” Eva said, pushing a piece of ham around on her plate.

  “Why not?” he asked.

  “I guess daddy’s little girl disappointed him too much,” she said.

  “Go on,” he said, a look of concern on his face.

  No man had ever wanted to listen to Eva talk about herself this much, and she was shocked.

  “Well, I went to college and met a guy named Jason. I thought it was love at first sight. He was from a poor family in the city, nothing like mine. My parents objected to our being together from the start, because my dad wanted to set me up with one of his business contacts’ sons. I went on one date with Stuffy McStufferson and I wouldn’t have any of it. I thought Jason was the guy for me. My dad cut me off from all of his money, even wrote me out of the will.”

  “That’s awful,” Rowan said, a look of disgust on his face. “I don’t know how a parent could treat their child that way.”

  “Me either,” she said, trying to fight back the rage she always felt when thinking about her parents. “I had to drop out of school because I couldn’t afford it on my own. Jason promised to marry me and put me back through school. I thought I loved him, but he was just a self-centered asshole who wanted to control me.”

  “What happened to him?” he asked.

  “I caught him in bed with another girl when I came home early from work,” she said. “He didn’t even act remorseful. He was mad at me for being there when I wasn’t supposed to be.”

  “That’s no way for a man to act,” he said, shaking his head.

  “I haven’t talked to him since,” she said. “Lord knows he hasn’t tried.”

  Rowan looked over at her and smiled. “Nobody will hurt you here. I promise.”

  Eva instantly felt better about being here now. Maybe this was the start of something new, something great. Her life had been a mess before; she was trying to make it completely on her own. Now she had someone, a partner who would support her. The idea of being stuck in Bucklin was instantly more appealing. Rain was right; she just had to find the way to Rowan’s heart.

  “What about your parents?” she asked, trying to find out something about her mysterious host.

  Rowan’s face instantly went dark; this was obviously a sore subject with him, too. He put his fork down and took a deep breath before looking at her with pain in his big brown eyes. “My mother and father both died trying to protect us from Satan’s Angels.”

  “Oh my god,” Eva said, instantly regretting her question. “I’m so sorry.”

  “My father was alpha of the Dawnguard pack,” he said, his hands balling into fists. “Aster’s parents ran out on him, nobody knows why. My father raised him like my brother. When he died we were devastated, but we managed to negotiate peace with the gang, not wanting any more bloodshed here in Bucklin. That’s how Aster became alpha.”

  “Rain said you could’ve had it if you wanted it,” she said.

  “She’s right,” Rowan said. “I just wasn’t ready at that time. I was too devastated by the loss of my parents and sister.”

  “Sister?” Eva asked.

  “I’m sorry,” Rowan said, looking back up at her. “I need a minute.”

  “Rowan, wait,” Eva said as he got up and began to stomp out of the room. “I’m sorry for bringing it up.”

  “How could you have known?” Rowan said, looking down the hallway, not turning his gaze back to Eva. “Dinner was amazing. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  Eva watched him disappear from sight and then heard his door shut. How could someone so strong have a wound so deep?

  Chapter 10

  Rowan sat on the edge of his bed, not sure why he had reacted the way he had. His sensitive ears caught Eva walking to his door, stopping just outside. He could hear her breathing ever so slightly as she waited outside his door. Perhaps she was trying to find the right words? He never found out because she walked away just as quickly as she’d come.

  It still hurt to think about the sacrifice he’d made to save Bucklin. The image of her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes as she climbed on the back of that motorcycle, tore him apart at night. He didn’t dream as much in wolf form: it was one of the reasons he always shifted before bed.

  “I forgive you, Rowan,” she said, as the motorcycle pulled away.

  Sometimes he fell asleep at his desk during slow days. He always woke up in a cold sweat with those words playing through his head. Eva couldn’t understand: she was an only child as far as he knew. She hated her family, but she didn’t know the pain of losing them all, the pain of sacrifice.

  As he lay in bed staring at the ceiling he heard Eva putting the food away and cleaning the dishes. It had been a lovely meal, one he would never forget. She’d been good to him already, and he had to be the same to her. After several more minutes he heard Eva go to her bedroom and shut the door, retiring for the night.

  She was his now, and he had to be good to her. Eventually she would learn the truth, learn what only Aster knew. Hopefully she would still love him: hopefully she wouldn’t recoil in fear and disgust like he imagined anyone else would. If he was good to her, she would accept him and his past.

  With a heavy sigh Rowan stood up and stripped all of his clothes off, opening his door a crack to let a little air into the room before he shifted. It always felt great as the hair sprouted over his body and his snout elongated. It was like he was removing a suit of armor at the end of the day, finally able to stretch out and let his body breathe.

  It didn’t take long for sleep to grab at him, pulling him down into the abyss. As a wolf he didn’t dream like a human. His dreams didn’t form a coherent narrative like a human’s would. Fast-paced images, strong smells and vivid sounds filled his dreams, assaulting every sense his wolf held dear. If a human could experience a wolf’s dreams, they might go insane, for he was taken to the mouth of madness every night that he slept.

  Yet there was something calming about it, something that brought peace to Rowan’s heart. Every day he moved farther and farther away from his animalistic nature. Every day that he wrote somebody a ticket, pulled a speeder over or mediated a land dispute he became more and more human. But his dreams were primal, instinctive, natural. And tonight they were interrupted against his will.

  His eyes popped open and he let out a low growl, not sure what was in his house. He heard the creak of his door opening as a figure stood in his doorway. He stood up on the bed, the springs groaning in protest at the weight of the giant wolf standing on them. His lips curled back, revealing a row of white, razor sharp teeth. A low growl escaped his throat as he stared at the doorway, expecting a enemy to walk through. Slowly, his senses adjusted to being awake. His nose picked up the familiar scent of arousal, the scent of beauty. His eyes focused, finding a blonde goddess standing in his doorway, wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and a pair of black cotton panties.

  “I’m sorry,” Eva said. “I didn’t mean to wake you, I just wanted to check on you.”

  Rowan hopped off the bed, shifting before he hit the ground. He stood up straight, looking down at Eva, no words leaving his lips. He knew he was an impressive sight, all six feet four inches of chiseled muscle. Her mouth hung open as he followed her eyes, tracing their way over every line of his body. He was an alpha wolf in all his glory, presenting himself to his mate for the first time.

  * * *

  Eva couldn’t believe this was happening. She had gotten up to use the bathroom and on her way back she had caught Rowan, in wolf form, lying on his bed. He wa
s so beautiful in that form, so regal looking; she had to get a look at him. Unfortunately she had awakened him, and now he stood before her completely nude.

  His manhood was long and almost fully erect as he walked towards her. What was he going to do? He still hadn’t said a word: instead, he just looked at her with hunger in his eyes. She could feel a growing warmth between her legs. She’d had it since she went to the bathroom. She couldn’t quit thinking about Rowan laying claim to her. It was so bold, so confident, so erotic.

  Instinctively her hand ran down her stomach, between her legs. The cotton panties she wore were thin and it didn’t take her fingers long to find the swollen nub of her clit through them. The way Rowan was looking at her, getting turned on just by the sight of her, was too much to bear.

  Without warning he lunged forward, lifting her off the ground and pushing her against the wall. He was so strong, so powerful. She had never been with a man who possessed this much brute strength, a man who could manhandle her with ease.

  Her thick legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing his muscular midsection. His mouth was on her, furiously delivering kisses down her neck. She moaned, arching her back and pressing her wet sweetness into his body, wanting to feel him pressed hard against her clit. She returned his kisses, exploring every square inch of his thick, corded neck.

  They both stopped at the same time, turning their faces towards one another, their eyes locking. He had the most beautiful eyes of any man she had ever met. There was so much life, so much determination, so much confidence behind them. No woman could resist a man who could tell you all that with just his eyes. For several moments they stayed locked on one another, not moving an inch. Then, like a dam breaking, their mouths came together, their lips hungrily meeting as their tongues found their way back and forth.

  Eva felt a tingling sensation over her entire body, her stomach filling with butterflies in anticipation of the pleasure to come. This was what she had wanted since this primitive god had entered her life the night before. The feelings he had given her when she’d first laid eyes on him were enough to send any woman over the edge, so it was only a matter of time before she gave her body to him.

  With a yelp she was weightless, hanging in the air as Rowan spun around towards the bed, tossing her down in front of him. One powerful hand reached up to the collar of her shirt, rending it in two with one swipe. Her heavy, milky white breasts fell out of the shirt, exposing her pale pink nipples. Rowan looked at them, a gleam appearing in his eyes as he looked over every luscious curve. She had never seen such a look in a man’s eyes before.

  He dove forward, burying his face between her breasts and squeezing them together with his big hands. She moaned and pulled at his hair as his tongue explored every inch of each breast, stopping on top of her erect nipples to deliver special attention.

  Her hips swayed back and forth, wanting to feel every inch of his girth inside of her. Rowan reached down, sliding her panties off. As he did so, one of her legs went into the air, close to his mouth. His hand gripped her ankle as each, black-painted, toe found its way into his mouth. Then his tongue was out of his mouth again, the warm moistness of it sliding down from the tip of her toes, all the way to the inside of her thighs.

  She shuddered as he stopped, every inch of her longing for his touch. Rowan held the length of his cock in one hand, teasing the moist folds of her labia with the engorged head. She looked down at it, licking her lips as she slid forward, signaling that she was ready.

  His hands shot around to her round ass, squeezing each cheek hard as he lifted her off the bed. Her fingernails dug into the meat of his big arms as she felt all of his hardness entering her. He moved his hands to her hips, using his strength to rock her back and forth on his big cock. His hips thrust back and forth, driving all of him into her as his hands pulled her onto him.

  She bit her bottom lip, the mixture of pain and pleasure one she had never felt before. Her eyes rolled back as she stared at the ceiling, the pain slowly leaving her as the pleasure began to take hold. The sheer size of his sex stretched her out, creating great friction as it rubbed against her inner walls.

  She looked back into his eyes, locking with him again. His eyes were focused on her as his movements intensified and his breathing quickened. Short, animalistic growls escaped his lips as he pounded into her. She began to squeal and moan as she felt her orgasm gripping her entire body. In that instant she felt as connected to the wolf as she ever would. She let out a scream as Rowan released an inhuman roar from deep inside. Her whole body shook uncontrollably as all the stress of the last two days melted away. She could feel his hot juice filling her up as he released everything he had into her.

  Rowan collapsed on top of Eva, his body spent from the intense lovemaking they had both experienced. She could feel his heart beating through his chest, hers doing the same. Without another word Rowan rolled off of her, pulling her over onto his chest in the process. They didn’t say anything to one another the rest of the night, and they drifted into slumber as one.

  Taken By The Wolf Part 2

  Chapter 11

  Rowan opened his eyes to bright morning sunlight shining through his bedroom window. He looked down at his chest and found a ray of sunlight illuminating the beautiful creature that lay peacefully sleeping there. He smiled, knowing that he had staked his claim last night and Eva had reciprocated.

  It’s morning already? he thought as his sleep-addled brain finally began functioning. I didn’t have any nightmares.

  Every time Rowan drifted to the land of nod, as a human, his brain recounted the events of the faithful day he and Aster had removed Satan’s Angels from Bucklin for good—at least what they’d thought was for good. Now the werewolf biker gang was back and it was only a matter of time before they found their way to Bucklin. Those thoughts were far from his mind though, he was too happy about the lack of rewind in his dreams.

  This one is special, he thought, looking at the sleeping Eva. I’ve never had a calming influence like this in my life.

  He took in a deep breath as her bright blue eyes opened and looked at him lovingly.

  “Well, good morning, Mr. Rowan,” she said, stretching out like a cat rousing from its slumber. “Good to see you again.”

  She chuckled as she sat up, her large breasts hanging perfectly for him to see. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock again as he took all of her in, but unfortunately duty called—he was going to be late for work if he didn’t get a move on.

  “Do you have to go to work?” she asked, a sullen expression on her face. It was as if she could read his mind.

  “Unfortunately,” he said. “This town isn’t going to police itself.”

  “Is there really much police work for you to do?” she asked, standing up and wrapping a sheet around her body. Rowan cursed inside his head—he didn’t want all those beautiful curves to be hidden from his sight.

  “Of course there is,” he said. “It’s like any other small town.”

  “I just thought with everyone being wolves, it would be easier,” she said.

  “That makes it worse,” Rowan said, sliding on a pair of briefs.

  “Worse?” she asked. “How?”

  “Well, you have to look at it like this. In a normal small human town everyone knows each other, but for the most part they’re not related and they have no duty to someone else. In this town everyone is a member of one of the five packs, meaning they gravitate towards their pack. They take on a lot of the traits of their pack and they follow the alpha and his personality.”

  “I had no idea.”

  “It can get trying. Luckily the Dawnguard are the main enforcers of the town, so we’re the strongest physically.”

  “Does that mean all the cops are in your pack?”

  “Only three of them. The other two are in the Skyvale pack. They’re good watchers—nothing happens without Hawk knowing about it. I need their eyes on my team.”

  Eva took in a deep breath, her
cheeks puffing out as she thought. “I didn’t know things could be so complicated.”

  “You don’t know the half of it,” Rowan said, laughing. He walked down the hallway, heading for the bathroom to begin his morning ritual. “What are you going to do all day?”

  “You mean you don’t have anything special planned for me?” she asked, following him to the bathroom door.

  “Why would I?” he asked.

  “Well, I am your captive,” she said.

  Rowan stopped and put his toothbrush down, looking at the water. Did she really still believe that? Was she still playing the victim?

  “You aren’t my captive,” he said, giving her a deadly stare. “I’ve claimed you as my mate. You’re my partner now.”

  “I see,” she said.

  “My wolf has imprinted on you,” he said, hoping she would understand. “That means I’m connected to you now more than ever. When I first saw you in that bar I knew I was interested in you. When you were attacked by Axel I knew I couldn’t leave you to die. I couldn’t let something so beautiful perish like that.”

  He reached up and stroked her soft hair. She smiled at him and turned her head into his hand.

  “But now nature has taken over,” he said. “My wolf won’t allow any harm to come to you. It will drive me to protect you at all costs. You’re safe here in Bucklin, but I still can’t let you go home. It will bring too much danger to you. Besides, do you really want to go home?”

  “I only thought about it because I thought my dad could protect me with all his money,” she said.

  “But he disowned you,” he said.

  “He did,” she said, looking away. “Surely he would help his little girl if she was in danger.”

  “You would hope so,” Rowan said, pulling his hand away and returning to brushing his teeth.