Taken By The Wolf: Collection

by Jessica Ryan

  As she walked into the living room she stared at the beat-up TV, remembering she had to talk to Rowan about buying a new one and installing cable. She also needed to figure out what there was to do in Bucklin during the day while Rowan was at work.

  I wonder if they'll let me get a job? she wondered. Maybe they allow humans to work somewhere. I can't just sit around on my ass all day.

  Finally she made her way to the bathroom, and let the old tub begin to fill with steaming hot water. As the steam began to fill the room she smiled. This was exactly what she needed.

  Eva studied herself in the mirror as she undressed. Even though she was a bigger girl her breasts didn't sag; they remained perky and at attention. She smiled knowing that Rowan really liked this. He seemed to like every curve on her body. She was different than the lean and muscular female wolves, but this was apparently a good thing.

  The water felt amazing as she dipped her legs in, letting the heat overtake her body. She cleared her mind, pushing all thoughts out, as she lowered herself into the tub.

  This is what it's all about, she thought as she closed her eyes. Forget everything.

  She must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew the water was lukewarm and Rowan was coming in through the backdoor.

  "Eva?" he called.

  "I'm in the bathroom," she yelled back.

  "Well, hello," he said, smiling at her as he walked into the room.

  "Hello to you," she said, smiling back at him. He had unbuttoned his sheriff's shirt, revealing his hard, muscular body underneath. Somewhere along the way he had ditched his undershirt. He looked more like a stripper than Bucklin's sheriff right now, but she was okay with that.

  She looked at his pants as he moved in front of her, immediately noticing the outline of his girth behind his thin pants. She could see it growing, getting harder right before her eyes.

  Immediately she felt her body react. Her clit began to throb and she could feel the juices building inside her pussy. Just looking at the effect she was having on Rowan was turning her on completely.

  All the thoughts she'd had before, all the discussions she'd wanted to have with Rowan, went out the window. All she could think about was his meaty cock pounding away at the tight opening between her legs.

  Rowan apparently had the same thought, because he removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor before bringing himself to his knees beside the tub.

  She drew in a deep breath as his hand sank into the water, his fingers finding their way to the folds of her labia. He began to explore inside her lips, his fingers teasing her opening. As he teased the pad of his thumb began to brush against her clit, slow and gentle at first, but picking up speed as he went along.

  "Oh, Rowan," she said, drawing in another deep breath. "That feels so good."

  "That's the point," he said, smiling at her.

  She smiled back, loving the fact that he was turning the smartass tables on her. There was so much chemistry between the two of them that she was afraid there would be an explosion every time they got close.

  She reached one hand up out of the water, grabbing for the front of his pants. He repositioned himself so it was easy for her to unbuckle his pants, pulling them down slightly so that his long, hard cock would flop out for her to grab.

  She gripped it hard, squeezing as she began to work up and down the long shaft. Rowan moaned and plunged two of his fingers deep into her wet opening while still assaulting her clit with his thumb. She threw her head back and moaned as her entire body shuddered.

  * * *

  Rowan couldn't help himself. He had planned to check on Eva's feelings and make sure she was okay after the excitement of today. Instead, he had found her in the bath, her round, beautiful breasts looking even more inviting and appealing while covered in water.

  The way the light reflected off them and made them glisten instantly turned him on.

  Now he found himself squatted down next to the tub with Eva working his manhood like there was no tomorrow. He loved the feeling of her wet pussy against his fingers. He could feel her juices on his fingers, driving him even madder. Each time his thumb swiped across her clit she shuddered and her vagina clamped down tighter on his fingers.

  She continued to stroke his hardness, bringing him right to the edge. She began to shudder more violently, taking in deep breaths as he continued to finger her. Rowan felt his balls tighten and he felt the deep rush in his loins, indicating that he was about to come all over Eva's hand.

  No, he thought. This isn't where I will come.

  Rowan quickly stood up, pulling away from Eva's eager hand. She looked up at him, biting her bottom lip. There was a deep want in her eyes that drove him wild. He grabbed her hand and stood her up, leaning in for a deep kiss. Her lips felt perfect against his, fitting like a glove. He felt her tongue shoot out of her mouth, probing the inside of his mouth and slapping against his tongue. Rowan kissed back before clamping down on her bottom lip, pulling back with it in his mouth.

  Eva's hand shot forward again, grabbing his hard cock and squeezing. He loved when she was rough with his cock. He didn’t like girls who gently stroked it or treated it like it was a delicate object. He liked it to be treated roughly, just like he liked to treat his lovers.

  With that thought in mind Rowan spun Eva around, pushing her over forward. She was still standing in the tub and he was just outside of it. She reached over and grabbed the towel bar on the wall, trying to hold herself up as Rowan put his big hands on her hips and pulled her ass backwards.

  At first he teased her with his engorged head, rubbing it up and down each ass cheek before nudging at her opening with it. He began to slide it in before pulling back, causing Eva to quiver.

  "Just do it," Eva begged. "Fuck me hard, please."

  There was so much joy in her begging, it drove Rowan wild. It wasn't a power thing; he didn't want it because it made him feel in control. He wanted it because it made him feel more wanted than he ever had. She wanted him so badly that she had to beg. He felt like a sex god. How could one person get so much pleasure from him? It was an exciting thought.

  Rowan took Eva's plea to heart and plunged his long shaft deep inside her. She cried out, the walls of her pussy clamping down on him. Rowan growled, enjoying her body's response to him. She was tight, but not so tight that it hurt. He loved the way she fit perfectly around his cock.

  He began to thrust hard, pounding into her. The sound of his hips slamming into her wet ass filled the tiny bathroom they stood in. Those sounds were quickly joined by Eva's moaning and slapping at the wall.

  Rowan smiled inside; she was enjoying this as much as he was. Nothing turned him on more than to know his partner was getting pleasure from his intense fucking.

  His hands slid from her hips down to her wide, round ass. He loved this part of her body, often thinking about burying his face in it. Would she be into that? He'd have to find out someday. For now he just squeezed both cheeks as hard as he could.

  "Spank me," she moaned. "Hard."

  Rowan lifted one hand in the air and brought it down on her left cheek, squeezing as it hit. Eva's hand slammed into the wall and she let out a cry as his hand hit. He quickly lifted the other and did the same, drawing a squeal of approval.

  "I'm almost there!" she called out.

  Rowan could feel his wolf inside, enjoying the absolute dominance of this mating. His wolf wanted to mark Eva with his scent even more, fill her with all of his dominant male come so every other male would know she was taken.

  Unable to control his instincts, Rowan let out a deep growl, which only made Eva tighten more. Her body approved of his animalistic approach and sounds, wanting to be dominated.

  His thrusts were getting harder and faster; her moans were getting louder and more raucous.

  Finally he felt the rush starting in his stomach, before the tingle took over his whole body. Like a tidal wave it cascaded from his stomach and thighs into his rigid staff, pulling the skin tight
across it. He threw his head back and howled as his come exploded into Eva, his entire body growing stiff as he released everything he had into her.

  Her orgasm must have hit at the same time because she cried out too, going just as stiff as Rowan. Together they felt the sweet release of orgasm, their mental link pulling them together in an ecstasy that Rowan had never felt before.

  Eva's entire body continued to spasm and shudder as Rowan hit her with weak pumps, his body still releasing his hot sex into her.

  Finally they both stopped, the pleasure of the moment still exploding in their brains. Rowan pulled out and fell backwards onto the ground, his legs like jelly. Eva dropped to her knees in the tub, panting and grasping for anything to hold herself up.

  "What was that?" she asked, barely able to get the words out.

  "The mental link," Rowan sputtered. "We felt one another's orgasm."

  Eva looked at him, her eyes full of love. "I never want to sleep with anyone else again. That was the best I've ever had."

  Rowan smiled back from his position on the floor. "I agree."

  Chapter 26

  Eva finished drying her hair and walked into the living room to find Rowan seated in an arm-chair thumbing through a book. It was a large book, looking old and dusty.

  "What are you reading?" she asked, sitting on the arm of the chair next to him.

  He reached one of his big hands up and placed it on the small of her back, instantly making her feel at peace.

  "The Once and Future King," Rowan said, smiling up at her.

  "I didn't know you were much of a reader," Eva said, impressed with Rowan even more.

  Is there anything this guy doesn't do? she wondered.

  "I love to read," Rowan said. "It's how I pass the time when I'm alone and not out in the forest running."

  "What's this book about?" she asked, unfamiliar with it.

  "It's the Arthurian legend," he said, closing the book and looking up at her. "It's one of my favorites."

  "Like King Arthur?" she asked.

  "That would be the Arthurian legend," he said with a chuckle.

  "Alright, smart-ass," she said, punching him playfully on the arm. "I think I'm rubbing off on you too much."

  "You can rub on me instead," he said, pinching her lower back.

  Eva shrieked and jumped; she'd always been ticklish. "I'm supposed to be the smart-ass of this relationship!"

  "Why can't we both be everything?" he asked.

  "You're everything to me," she said, sliding into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.

  Rowan leaned over and kissed her softly, the sweetest kiss she had received from him.

  "You're everything to me too," he said.

  "There's something I want to talk to you about," she said, hesitating at the end.

  Rowan's face immediately dipped into concern. "What's wrong?"

  "It's just…" she said, trailing off and looking across the room.

  "What?" he asked.

  "Can we get a new TV and cable?" she asked.

  Rowan laughed. "I don't watch TV, but I suppose if you want it we can get it for you."

  "Can I get a job, too?" she asked.

  Rowan rubbed the stubble on his chin, pooching his lips out as he thought. "I suppose once this whole problem with Satan's Angels blows over, that would be fine."

  "Good," she said, smiling.

  "That wasn't what you wanted, though, was it?" he asked, giving her a knowing look.

  "It was," she said.

  "You can't lie to me anymore," he said, shaking his head. "I can't lie to you either. Remember?"

  Rowan tapped the side of his head and then tapped her temple.

  "That doesn't mean you can read my thoughts," she said, pouting.

  "No, it doesn't," he said. "But I can sure as hell feel your emotions."

  "And what do you feel?" she asked, regretting every broaching this subject.

  "Distress," he said.

  "Because I was distressed about work," she said. "I can't sit around on my ass all day. I have to earn some money. I know you're loaded with pack money, but I'm not a mooch."

  "You're my mate," he said. "What's mine is yours."

  "That's not the point," she said. "I can't just accept all of your money and your home. I need to earn my way."

  "That's different," he said.

  "Because you're all so damn old-fashioned here," she said, slapping him on the chest. "In the real world it's not like that. Women work nowadays."

  "Your mother didn't," he said.

  "No, but they didn't live in the real world either," she said. She didn't like talking about her parents. She knew in the back of her mind she would eventually have to confront them and let them know she was okay. Rowan had lifted his burden by admitting the guilt he felt over his father's death, but she still carried weight herself. She needed to know if her parents even cared that she was gone. For God's sake, they had only provided a high school picture when the police asked.

  "Well, if you want to work, then by all means you can work when the time is right," he said. "I can even get you a cushy government job. Or if you want to go back to waiting tables, I can set you up at one of the restaurants in town."

  "We'll see what comes along," she said, smiling.

  "That's not the reason you felt distressed, though," he said. "Tell me. Please."

  Eva looked at his big honey-brown eyes. They were so earnest. This was a man who would never judge anything she ever said. She could tell him anything.

  She took a deep breath, weakly smiling at Rowan before continuing. "Why do you have to murder so much?"

  Rowan's eyes grew wide with shock and he began to sputter. "Wha...what….what do you mean?"

  "I mean, I understand why you killed Axel. He had it coming. Did you really have to kill the sheriff and the deputy, though?" she asked.

  "They harmed you," he said. "I was defending my mate."

  "But you murdered them," she said. "A simple smacking around might have worked, or even a threat."

  Rowan put his hand over his mouth and looked at the ground. She knew he was thinking hard about what he was going to say.

  She closed her eyes and tried to search out his feelings in her mind, tried to figure out how this was affecting him. Finally she felt it: guilt.

  "You feel bad about it," she said. "I can feel it."

  "I do," he said. "But not for the reasons you think I do."

  "What do you mean?" she asked.

  "I feel bad because I let my wolf take control," he said. "I don't feel so bad that they're dead, but I feel bad that they were killed because I let the animal part of me take over."

  "That's a problem for you?" she asked.

  "Of course it is," he said. "I will never deny what I am—I am a wolf. I'm damn proud of being a werewolf, but at the same time I live in human society. If I lived in the wilderness, then I'm sure I'd be all too happy to run around shifted all the time, killing, humping and pissing on everything."

  "Humping?" she asked, giggling.

  "Well, yes," he said. "A lot of that goes on in the wilderness."

  "Good to know," she said, glad she wasn't living in a cave somewhere with the pack.

  "We made a choice to live in human society for the betterment of our kind," he said. "For better or worse, we've denied a lot of the animal side of us. There are some who feel torn between both sides, like Aster and Hawk. Then there are others, like Forest, who hate the human side and wish we still lived in the wilderness."

  "Really?" she asked. She'd never known there was that much inner turmoil amongst the alphas.

  "Why do you think all of the Oakdale pack lives on the outskirts of town on farms?" he asked. "They want to be as close to nature as possible."

  "That makes sense," she said, nodding her head.

  "Eva," he said, looking at her with sad eyes. "I feel terrible that my wolf took control and killed those two men. They deserved to be punished for harming my mate, but they
didn’t deserve death. I'm trying to be a better man. I know the violence disturbs you, but unfortunately things are probably going to get a lot more violent soon."

  "I know," she said, pulling him in close. "I accept that. You're a good man to me already, the best man I could have."

  They looked at one another again, their eyes locking together. Eva felt herself getting lost in those honey-brown beauties; she didn't want to be looking at anything else.

  She leaned in and kissed him again quickly, pulling back and smiling before diving back in for a longer, more passionate kiss. His hands began to explore, rubbing up and down her long, smooth, thick legs.

  He's insatiable, she thought, feeling something wonderful growing just under her lap. His cock was getting harder again, pushing against her as she sat on him. I want him again. I want him again so bad.

  Eva felt a need for Rowan, a need to be mentally linked during sex again. She had felt every emotion he felt as he released the full force of his orgasm into her, and it was wonderful.

  Their kissing got more and more furious, the passion growing with each passing moment.

  Suddenly she screamed as something crashed through the kitchen window, startling them both. She hit the ground on her ass with a thud as Rowan leapt out of the chair, snarling all the way to the kitchen.

  Whatever had come through the window would rue the day that it entered Rowan Phoenix's home. She looked up, afraid to see what had entered. Instead she saw Rowan standing silently, staring out the window. He was shaking, his rage barely contained at whatever he saw outside his home. Then she heard it: the unmistakable roar of motorcycles speeding away.

  Chapter 27

  Son of a bitch, Rowan thought as anger enveloped his entire body.

  He looked down at the brick sitting on his kitchen floor surrounded by broken glass, then he looked back to see Eva huddled in his chair, a wide-eyed look of fright on her face.

  It appeared they had finally come for her, and she knew it. Rowan wouldn't let them take her; he would put his life on the line to stop that.

  "Sheriff?" someone called from outside. "You home?"