Adele, Claire - Guardian of His Love [Wolves of West Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Claire Adele

  He opened the bedroom door and motioned for Kelly to enter.

  “Oh, wow, this is amazing. What a beautiful room. Are you sure it’s all right for us to be in here?”

  “Mike told me to make myself at home. So we can stay all night if you want.” He wrapped her in his arms and looked into her eyes for her acceptance.

  She smiled at him, her beautiful blue eyes warm and welcoming. She tilted her face up and he covered her lush lips with his. Slowly, he savored her. He needed to slow down. He wanted to make this as good for her as he could. She rubbed her soft pussy against his cock. He hadn’t expected her to be a virgin, but hell, she was fucking eager.

  “I want to see all of you,” he said as he slipped his hands beneath her knit top. Her skin was smooth as silk, and he skimmed his palms upward over her ribs and cupped her lush breasts.

  She pulled at the sides of her top and lifted it upward and off over her head. After unhooking her bra, she pulled each side back. Her breasts nestled into his warm hands. “Touch me, Derek.”

  Chapter Two

  Kelly wanted his mouth on her nipples. As he brushed his thumbs across her swollen tits, aching heat streaked to her pussy. “Please, Derek, I need you.”

  She watched him as he slowly lowered his head.

  He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked it deep into his wet warmth.

  She gasped as another bolt of aching heat struck her nether lips, making them pulse with need. Her knees gave, and she grasped his shoulders. “I’m falling, Derek.”

  He released her nipple, and with one hand pulled the bedspread off the bed to the floor. He swept her into his arms and lowered her to sit on the end of the high mattress covered by a white satin sheet. She’d need a footstool to get off the bed by herself.

  “Scoot back, hon,” he said, and slipped off her sneakers and socks. Next he unzipped her jeans. The touch of his hand inside her waistband took her breath. He pulled her jeans and panties off together. For all practical purposes, she was completely naked beneath his hungry stare, his topaz-colored eyes hot with hunger. He slid her bra straps off her shoulders and she shrugged out of them.

  “God, you’re beautiful.” He smiled at her.

  “I want to see you. Fair’s fair,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. She’d never had a man tell her she was beautiful before. She smiled at him. “Hurry.” Her pussy was already dripping wet, and she wanted him sliding deep inside her.

  She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he first shrugged out of his blue knit shirt, removed his sneakers and socks, and finally shucked his jeans and boxers.

  “You’re beautiful.” She wanted to slide her fingers over that broad expanse of chest sprinkled with dark hair. She was surprised it was so much darker than his short, sandy-colored mane. The line of soft fur tapered down between his washboard abs and lower until it disappeared behind his engorged cock in a thatch of dark, curly hair. His hard cock rose above his impressive balls. She started to reach to cup him but stopped and searched his gaze. His eyes seemed to burn with his intent to take her.

  “Scoot back, hon.”

  With her pussy heating from his words, she pushed against the sheets and managed to move a few inches farther toward the head of the bed.

  “That’s far enough. Stop. I want to taste you.” His order came as another purposeful growl, and he bent toward her.

  Oh, God. She wanted his mouth on every bit of her aching, swollen pussy.

  “Bend your knees, hon, and raise your feet onto the bed.”

  She hadn’t even realized her legs dangled off the end of the bed, she’d been so enthralled by the vision of him naked and more than ready to give her the pleasure she wanted from him.

  “Like this?” She could just barely keep her feet planted on the end of the bed.

  “That’s perfect,” he said as he gently grasped her ankles and moved her feet further apart.

  She knew he could see every bit of her damp private parts as he knelt on the floor and slid his hands beneath her hips. She held her breath as he lifted her hips and lowered his head.

  “You’re so pink and wet.” He nuzzled her curls and lapped at her labia with his warm tongue.

  Sensations gripped her pussy as he licked and nibbled her sensitive clit. A whimper escaped her. It was pure torture being stimulated by his mouth and tongue and teeth. “Derek!” she cried as her orgasm built, her body tensing, her back curving.

  “You’re lovely, honey, all wet and dripping with your juices,” he said, his voice smooth like dark velvet. “I want to eat your sweet pussy.”

  She moaned, helpless against his sensual assault. She could do nothing but feel every hot caress of his tormenting tongue. When his tongue speared inside her opening, she climaxed, her hips bucking. Even in the throes of her orgasm, she could feel his big hands gripping her thighs as he continued to tantalize her with his wicked tongue and teeth.

  “My God, Derek!” Pulses gradually lessened in strength until she was totally spent. She couldn’t move if she’d wanted to. She was his to do with as he wanted.

  He lifted her further toward the head of the bed until he climbed on the bed between her legs. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

  She did as he asked while he parted her thighs with his strong, warm hands.

  He rose above her, placing each hand on either side of her arms. “Wrap your legs around me,” he rasped.

  He positioned the smooth head of his cock at the opening of her channel and pushed inside her, stretching her.

  It had been a long time since she’d had sex. It had never been this good. But she was tight, and he was engorged and hard. She tilted her hips to ease his way. When he pushed in further, she took more of him and wrapped her legs around him. As he moved deeper, she wound her arms around his broad shoulders. He pulled out and slid deep again. A moan escaped her at the pure ecstasy of the fullness of his cock deep inside her vagina.

  “Derek, I need you.”

  He slipped a hand between their bodies and found her clit, circling the sensitive nub while he pushed inside her once again. Another climax rocked her. She bucked, taking him ever deeper. Closing her teeth on the muscled ridge of his shoulder, she tasted his damp skin. She licked him and closed her mouth over his salty flesh as she moved her hips beneath him, savoring the feel of his cock against sensitive places deep inside her. Her fingertips pressed into his damp, muscular back as her climax pulsed over and over.

  Suddenly, a moan more like a deep feral growl rose from his chest. She watched him as his head rose, his neck bowed back. His cum shot from his surging cock into her pussy, the warm fluid teasing her womb. Pumping over and over, the movement of his hard cock pleasured her even more. He lowered his head to rest in the curve of her shoulder. His warm, soft kisses caressed her damp flesh there. She wrapped him in her embrace with her legs around him tightly.

  “That was amazing,” she whispered.

  He pushed up from her, supporting his damp upper body with his forearms. He met her gaze and smiled. “You’re amazing. I wish we could stay like this all night.” He pressed gentle kisses over her face.

  He moved to his side and his cock slipped from her channel. She was dripping with her juices and his…cum. Oh God. She’d been so hot for him, she hadn’t checked to make sure he had protection.

  “Derek.” She eased out of his arms. “I need to slip into the bathroom.” She rolled to the side of the bed and slid off, hoping she didn’t leave a trail of moisture on the satin sheets. She hurried to the bathroom, found the light switch, and flipped it on. As she cleaned herself with a soft washcloth and dried with a towel, she prayed she was far along in the wrong time of the month to get pregnant. Not that she would mind being Derek’s mate and having his child…but she had no idea if he wanted her to be his mate.

  Why, oh why, hadn’t she told him her situation before she let him fuck her senseless? Because she hadn’t used one bit of sense yet where Derek was concerned. He was the bravest, most consi
derate, sexy guy she’d ever met. There was no help for it. She had to tell him about her situation.

  A soft knock on the bathroom door interrupted her worries. She opened the door.

  Derek stood there in all his glorious nakedness. “Are you all right?”

  “Yeah. I…we forgot to use protection.”

  “Yeah, I just realized that. I’m sorry. I didn’t forget on purpose. I forgot everything when—”

  “I know. Me too. I think it’s the wrong time of the month for me to get pregnant, though. So I don’t think we need to worry too much. I need to talk to you. I care for you more than any man I’ve ever known before.”

  “I care for you, too,” he said. “More than I’ve cared for any woman since my girlfriend broke up with me in college. I never thought I’d fall for anyone again like I’ve fallen for you. So if you do become pregnant, know that I’ll take care of you and the baby.”

  “Thanks. But like I said, I think we’re safe this time.” She smiled at him. “But from now on, let’s use protection, just to be sure.”

  “Absolutely,” he said, nodding in agreement. He opened a drawer next to the white marble sink. Lifting a box from the drawer, he said, “We have lots of protection right here.”

  She smiled at him. “I’m starving.”

  “Let’s dig into that dinner Mike’s houseman left for us. Do you want to take time to dress or grab a bathrobe?”

  “A bathrobe is fine with me,” she said.

  He took one from a hook on the wall near the shower and held it for her. She shrugged into it, and he brushed her hair aside and pressed his firm lips along the nape of her neck. Tingles shivered through her. She was helpless against his kisses.

  He slipped into a bathrobe and took hold of her hand. “Let’s eat.”

  She’d tell him about her brothers later. No sense in ruining their dinner.

  The meal was delicious. They enjoyed tender beef brisket and slices of homemade bread covered in butter. Cherry pie with whipped cream waited for later.

  After they put their dishes in the dishwasher, Derek drew her to join him on a big sofa near the floor-to-ceiling windows, where they could enjoy the stars.

  Now was a good time to tell Derek about her situation with her brothers. “Remember I said I needed to talk to you earlier?”

  He nodded. “What’s on your mind?”

  “I need to let you know that I’ve been running and hiding from my family for a couple of years. They’ve finally found me.”

  “Shit. What did they do to you?”

  “Nothing, yet.” How much should she reveal to him? She didn’t know, but she had to let him know part of it. “My brothers have arrived in town. They’ll want to take me home. My family has arranged a marriage for me to a family friend, but I don’t want to marry him.”

  Chapter Three

  “What the fuck?” Derek lurched from the sofa beside Kelly. “What the hell is this all about? We just had mind-blowing sex, and now you say you’re pledged in marriage to someone.”

  “It’s not like it sounds. I can explain.”

  He paced the floor in front of the couch. “Good, because I damn well want an explanation.” Here he’d taken a chance on letting his feelings get involved again, and it was already backfiring. Hell and damnation.

  “My family is a werewolf pack.”

  Derek stopped in his tracks and turned to search her face for the truth of her words.

  “Yes, I’m also a werewolf,” she said softly. “I watched you fight off the Hawks while I hid inside the Rescue Mission that night. You took my breath.”

  Derek ran his fingers through his hair, and a grunt of amazement escaped him. “Interesting. But that shouldn’t be a problem for us.”

  “No, it shouldn’t.” She shook her head slowly.

  “So, what’s the problem? Tell me.” He sat beside her on the couch and took her hands in his. She was a werewolf. Good God.

  “The problem is my family holds to old family traditions and pack laws.”

  “And?”

  “Our family, the Wolford pack, has been marrying members of the Wolfgang pack for generations. In my generation it’s no different. I’m the oldest daughter, and my family pledged me in marriage to the oldest son of the Wolfgangs. My family refuses to break with tradition. But I’m a modern woman with a mind of my own. I refuse to marry someone I don’t love, and I shouldn’t have to in this day and age. I want to marry the man that I’ll love someday. And now my brothers have found me, and I know they’ll insist on taking me home to be mated and wed.”

  “Kelly, you don’t have to go with them if you don’t want to. You don’t have to mate and marry someone you don’t love. I can help you.”

  “I don’t know how to avoid it unless I sneak away and go on the run again.”

  “You won’t have to. We’ll work this out. You can stay here in Mike’s guarded home while we figure this out.”

  “Are you sure that’s all right with Mike?”

  “I’m positive. I’ll let him know you’re going to be staying here. I‘ll stay here with you if you want me to.”

  “Yes. I want you to.”

  “Good. That’s what we’ll do.” He had to know if she’d had sex with this Wolfgang guy. Just the possibility made him want to rip the guy to pieces. “How close are you to this guy they want you to marry?”

  “I know him because we’re close in age and our families’ properties are side by side in central Texas. But I’ve never had sex with him. He doesn’t appeal to me at all. He’s the alpha of his siblings, and he’s aggressive and arrogant. I’ve never liked him much.”

  It didn’t sound like Derek had any competition from the guy. The problem must be with her family insisting she marry their family friends’ son. “Doesn’t your family know that it’s against the state law for cousins to marry?”

  “They keep pretty much to themselves. And as it turns out, Rafe and I are third cousins. There’s been fewer children born to first cousins over the years. The families take that into consideration when arranging marriages. They’ve been close friends for so many generations. The cattle-ranching business is a partnership between them. I don’t care anything about cattle ranching. I want to live in the city where things are happening. I want to live my own life.”

  “You will. I’ll see that you do. We’ll work something out with your family, but meanwhile you can stay here where you’ll be safe.”

  “I hope they’ll leave me in peace.”

  “Bet on it, sweetheart. Why don’t we get out of here and take a walk. You’re safe in this neighborhood.”

  “Sounds great. I’d better change into some clothes, though.”

  “We wouldn’t need any clothes if we shifted.” He raised his eyebrows in question.

  She stared at him and then smiled. “That would be nice. I haven’t shifted in ages. What if someone sees us, though?”

  “No one will notice. The people in this neighborhood drive into their garages at night and don’t come out until they drive back out the following morning. We can leave our robes over the chairs on the back patio.”

  “Lead the way. I’m ready.” She jumped up from the sofa.

  He stood and took her hand. “The door’s over here.” He led the way to the oversized doors between the great room and the kitchen. The doors opened onto the patio and backyard. He crossed the length of the patio into the shadows. “Leave your robe here.” After tossing his across the back of a lounge chair, he helped her out of her robe and draped it over the back of the chair as he indicated the gate in the rock wall.

  “There’s a path we can follow along the top of the foothill.” He took her hand and escorted her through the gate, which he opened and closed behind them.

  “When will we shift?” Her voice sounded eager.

  “Right now if you want. No one can see us behind this wall.

  “I’m ready. You go first.”

  He chuckled and grinned at her. “Ladies first. I insist
.” He needed a strong emotional reaction in order to shift and figured the sight of her shifting would be just the thing.

  “Okay. The moonlight is beautiful on the desert. It makes me want to run.” She took off along the path heading north, away from the neighborhood.

  Derek watched, enthralled as the moon revealed her shape-shifting. She quickly morphed to a were form the actual shape of a wolf, her hair pale silver. She stopped running, her beautiful wolf shape and shining fur revealed to him as she turned. A smile on her wolf face, darker fur outlined her pale-blue eyes that gleamed in the moonlight.

  She was a sight to fire any wolf’s blood. Charges of electricity swept the length of Derek as he began to morph. Although his were shape was more human than wolf, he remained upright on two legs. His nails turned to claws, and his canine teeth elongated. A deep growl of desire escaped him as he took off at a run, following Kelly’s arousing form. She gave a little yelp of excitement and ran along the path in front of them, her white-haired plume of a tail wagging happily like a flag.

  Derek followed her, holding in his almost overpowering feral need to mate with her again. This was for Kelly’s freedom and pleasure in a nighttime run.

  She set the pace, and warmth filled Derek as he witnessed her joy. They soon turned onto a path that led higher to the steeper slopes of the mountain.

  Concerned they could run into one or more of the Mexican gray wolves in the area, Derek called to her to wait for him. “It’s best we stop here. I don’t want to meet up with the wildlife that lives in the mountains, wolves being part of the community.”

  “You mean real wolves, not werewolves?”

  “Yeah. Real Wolves.” He heard the foot pads of large animals approaching behind them at a swift pace. “Hell. What the fuck?” He remained in his wolf form in case danger threatened.

  “Oh, hell, it’s my brothers, and Rafe and his brothers. They must have been searching for me.”