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by In Her Blood(lit)

  But she couldn’t let him bully her. No way would he put her on a leash, or restrain her freedom. If she couldn’t get him to see that, there was no point in pursuing any type of relationship with the man.

  “Rick.” She took a deep breath, praying for control before she lost her temper. Then she would be running, just to cool off. “Maybe I shouldn’t have answered your phone. There were several calls before that one that I didn’t answer. But I’m damn glad I did take that call. Julie needed help.”

  He turned from her, staring out the windshield while he gripped the steering wheel. Without another comment, he put the truck in gear and left the parking lot.

  The best thing to do maybe was to cool down a bit. She stared out the window watching businesses go by, and then neighborhoods, while they drove on in silence. He pulled in behind her car, parked in the dark driveway, and cut the engine. She heard him get out of the truck, but kept her attention on her window. He made it around to her door before she could get out of the truck.

  Opening it for her, he offered his hand. She searched his face to see what kind of mood he was in.

  “Moon princess. Today you acted like a queen. Do you realize that?”

  She stared at him, his meaning slowly sinking in. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach, her palms suddenly damp. It was one thing to want to fuck him. And she was pretty sure he wanted her, too. But mating? Becoming his queen bitch?

  He didn’t mean that, did he?

  She climbed out, ignoring his hand, then just stood there a moment, her legs suddenly a bit weak.

  “I did what anyone would have done today.” She wanted to rush past him, hurry inside.

  But where would that get her? All she would be doing was leading the way into his den. She crossed her arms, not sure what her next move should be.

  “You acted on instinct.” He was agreeing with her, accepting the fact that nothing she did today merited placing any kind of label on the action.

  He ran his hand down the back of her hair, stroking her, rekindling the fire that had never gone out.

  She nodded, unable to look up, afraid of what she might see in his face, not sure she wanted him to know or guess her thoughts.

  “Let’s go inside.”

  His words calmed her, making it easy to allow him to guide her to the door. But he had relaxed too easily, and for some reason, she couldn’t relax at all. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her up next to him while they entered his den.

  Chapter Eleven

  Relief continued to sweep through Rick while he guided Elsa upstairs. He couldn’t remember when he’d last been so upset. All day he’d kicked himself in the ass for leaving her alone in his home. Rocky was no match to control Elsa if she had decided to run. It had made him crazy thinking he’d found the perfect female, and she’d slipped through his fingers before he had a chance to get to know her.

  Her silence as he led them to his bedroom showed him she needed time to let his words sink in. But she would accept them. He would allow her time to do so. Elsa was the bitch for him. Never had he been surer about something. He had no intention of ever letting her go.

  She met his gaze for the first time when he tugged on her shirt. “What are you doing?” He didn’t miss the small fragment of fear in her crystal blue eyes.

  “Moon princess, you smell of birth.”

  “Oh.” Her mouth formed such a perfect little circle.

  The thought of showering with her made him want to rip her clothes from her body. But gentle might be the better path tonight.

  His body clenched, and his cock hardened painfully while he pulled her shirt over her head. Her simple white bra barely contained her full round breasts. Her firm tummy disappeared into her jeans, her belly button barely visible. Reaching behind her, he unclasped the bra, then guided the straps off her shoulders while she watched him.

  “Take off your jeans.” He knew he would tear them from her, which would more than likely terrify her at this point.

  Her blue eyes sparkled, her chest heaving while her breaths came faster.

  “You take them off.” She challenged him, the hint of a smile forming.

  He stared at her for a moment, making sure he’d heard her right. She’d ignored his instruction and countered him. Those blue orbs never strayed, watching him while her nipples hardened, her breathing almost coming in quick, little pants. Maybe she wasn’t as terrified as he thought.

  Not taking his gaze from hers, he reached between them, grabbing her jeans, yanking the top button free. His coordination was failing him, the zipper not cooperating. He tugged impatiently, refusing to focus on anything but the swirling of emotions on her pretty face.

  Finally the zipper loosened, her jeans sliding down her narrow hips. He grabbed ahold of the material shoving it down. Her body swayed into him, but she didn’t lose her balance. Never before had such little action on a woman’s part made the beast within him stir with such force.

  She stepped out of the jeans, standing naked before him. The woman didn’t have any panties on. Blood rushed through him, almost blinding him with need.

  Turning without a word, she headed toward the bathroom.

  “Damn.” His own clothes were going to be harder to get off than Elsa’s had been.

  He fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, finally pulling the damned thing over his head. His boots seemed glued to his feet, not to mention sitting down and bending to pull them off was a pain worse than death. His cock was a rock hard shaft, a steel sword refusing to bend. It would have been easier to simply rip his clothes off.

  The water started in the bathroom, bringing thoughts of that adorable ass bending over the tub to test the temperature. Oxygen seemed to be having problems getting to his head. It took some effort to walk to the bathroom, his cock throbbing painfully with every step. But it was worth every moment of discomfort when she turned, halfway into the shower.

  “It’s about time you got here.” She grinned at him and then disappeared behind the shower curtain.

  “Woman, I hope you know what you are asking for.”

  “I wasn’t planning on asking for anything.” She ducked her head under the water when he joined her.

  “What is your plan then, moon princess?” His hands almost wrapped completely around her narrow waist. He pulled her to him, her moist body clinging to his while he wrapped his arms around her.

  The grin she gave him made his cock bulge between them. She stretched against him, offering her mouth, which he took eagerly.

  He had been wrong thinking she would get skittish on him, or even hesitate. The moist heat from her mouth trickled through him like a drug. Her hands glided up his arms, wrapping around his neck. She leaned into him, relaxing her body against his. She was the most unvirgin-like virgin he’d ever met. But how many virgins had he known?

  “Baby. Damn.” He kissed her damp cheek, moving strands of her long hair behind her back.

  The heat from the shower, his throbbing cock, blood pumping too fast through his body, all of it made him question his senses, wonder if maybe he weren’t having some wonderful wet dream.

  Elsa straightened, stepping back into the water, arching into it so that the droplets sprayed over her face. When she opened her eyes, those baby blues were deep pools of passion, so pure he swore he could see into her soul.

  “Elsa.” He reached for her, wanting to touch her, needing to have her close to him.

  “I want to…” Her innocence had returned, the flush spreading over her cheeks showing him her wanton behavior was due to excitement and not experience.

  She went down on her knees before him, looking up at him, her eyes never leaving his. Reaching out, her fingers tracing a delicate pattern over his shaft, she smiled so sweetly, he panicked he would send her flying if he came in her face.

  “Be careful, moon princess.” He grabbed the base of his cock, the pressure building within making him dizzy.

  “I doubt you will break.” She put her hand
over his, then glided her mouth over the head of his cock.

  For a moment, he swore the world turned upside down on him. He braced himself against the shower wall, praying for his vision to clear so he could enjoy the beautiful sight before him.

  Water streamed over her while she stretched her lips around his cock. Her tongue darted around his shaft, touching him, licking him, exploring. Her eyelashes fluttered and then closed while she worked more of him into her mouth. It took more strength than he knew he possessed to remain perfectly still and not force his cock deep into the heat of her mouth.

  “Elsa.” He growled, feeling the craving to grow, his muscles begging to contort.

  He fought the urge, knowing the slightest change would alter the size of his cock. He wouldn’t allow a damn thing to stop his moon princess from doing what she was doing right now.

  “I can’t make it all fit.” She sounded frustrated.

  Her small tongue scoured a heated path down his cock, and he grabbed her hair, holding her head in place. Again the urge to plummet deep inside her mouth, feel her throat contract around him, rushed through him. The beast inside him begged for freedom.

  “Trust me. What you are doing is perfect.” He groaned. He could barely talk. All of his concentration was needed just to hold still, and allow her to do what she would.

  Her tight little mouth wrapped around him again, sucking and licking. She would suck the life right out of him, and he swore that was what she was doing.

  “Baby. I’m going to explode.”

  Her response was to suck harder. She moved her head over him, forcing as much of him into her mouth as she could. Her tongue created havoc, swirling around his cock, stroking up and down.

  A dam broke inside him. Pressure released causing a flood of sensation to rush through him. He almost fell forward, but braced himself while his seed sprayed into her mouth. Her lips tightened around his cock head, while she continued to suck.

  “Dear God. Elsa!” He couldn’t take anymore. Her little mouth, so hot and tight, just about brought him to his knees.

  She looked up at him, grinning. “Are you okay?” She didn’t look concerned about his well being at all, her smile was too smug.

  He wanted to laugh, pull her to her feet, wrap himself around her and never let go. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

  She stood, her smile not fading, then turned her back to him and adjusted the water. “I assume you joined me to help clean me. Better grab that bar of soap and get started.”

  Now he did chuckle. He couldn’t help himself. His moon princess was feeling pretty good about herself.

  “Have you ever done that before?” He reached for the washcloth hanging underneath the soap tray on his shower wall, and began to create a thick lather.

  “No.”

  He loved the view when she leaned back against him, while he ran the soapy cloth over her breasts and tummy. Not one inch of her was ignored. When he knew she couldn’t possibly have ever been cleaner, he turned her into the water. Rivers of suds ran down her, circling her breasts, and disappearing between her legs.

  She didn’t try to talk, which was fine. Nothing distracted him from stroking every inch of her. The heat from her pussy reached his fingers before he pressed through her smooth folds. Thick cream clung to his fingers and he enjoyed watching her eyelashes flutter over her darkening blue orbs. Her breathing increased when he eased his finger inside her, humidity flushing over his hand.

  “Will you fuck me this time?” Her question startled him, her expression not changing when she asked.

  She looked sated, lazy, steam from the shower billowed around her.

  “Do you want me to?”

  “Yes.”

  His cock danced to life with that one little word. Sliding his finger out of her, he reached around and turned off the water. She pulled the shower curtain back before he could, her eagerness undoing him. Reaching for the towels, she handed him one, then stepped out and ran the other one over her body. Every curve, every tight, firm spot on her body glowed from the heat of the shower and the invigorating rub she gave herself with the towel.

  He barely ran his towel over himself, not caring if water droplets ran down him. The enchanted beauty in front of him toweled her hair, then combed through it with her fingers. He couldn’t look away from her.

  Nothing remained of the skittish female he’d brought home. She stared at the fogged over mirror, appearing to appraise herself as she finished wringing out her hair with her hands. He enjoyed the view, her full breasts perky with nipples hardened into sweet brown peaks. The sweet curve of her ass, and thin, muscular legs made her a picture of perfection.

  His perfection. And he was about to place his mark on her permanently.

  “You’re dry enough.” He stepped out of the shower, tossing his towel on the toilet seat.

  “You wouldn’t believe how wet I am.” She didn’t blush when she met his gaze, although the heat in her eyes made his temperature soar.

  Turning her toward the bedroom, he walked behind her while she allowed him to guide her to his bed. Pressure soared to a dangerous level inside him when she crawled on all fours in front of him onto the mattress.

  “Are you sure about this?” He didn’t want to ask her. Didn’t want to give her the opportunity to change her mind. But even if she didn’t act like it, he knew from his explorations that another werewolf had never fucked her.

  And another werewolf would never touch her.

  “If you don’t want to do this, just say so.” She rolled over, her look so coy and tempting that he growled in spite of himself.

  “Woman, I’ve wanted inside you since I first laid eyes on you.” He crawled over to her, eager to taste her.

  She cried out when he sucked her puckered nipple into his mouth. The hardened flesh tasted clean, and so sweet.

  “Rick.” She grabbed his hair, pressing his face against her breast. “God. Don’t stop.”

  He had no intention of stopping. She arched off of the bed, her orgasm filling the room with its rich aroma. He couldn’t believe how sensual her body had become. Ripe and willing, offering him cream never tasted before. He had died and gone to heaven.

  “Everything about you.” He started a path of kisses down toward her belly button. “Perfect. So perfect.”

  She giggled, pressing her hands against his shoulders while she spread her legs. “I’m not perfect, wolf man.”

  Like hell she wasn’t. He wouldn’t argue with her though. Her pussy opened up for him, her legs stretched, allowing him to slide down between them. Soft folds glistened with her juices, her tiny hole glimmering with clear moisture. He traced a finger over her cunt, her body jerking from the small motion. He watched her mouth open with a silent cry, a vision of beauty so raw and untamed he couldn’t believe it.

  “Oh. Shit.” She bucked against him when he ran his tongue down the length of her pussy.

  Heat swam around his face, matching the intense fire building inside him. His cock throbbed against the bedspread underneath him, demanding attention. Pressing his lips to her clit, he sucked and licked, holding her in place while he feasted to keep her from bouncing off the bed.

  “Dammit. Rick.” She cried out, her muscles tightening enough that he knew the change threatened her.

  “What do you want, moon princess?” He enjoyed her tormented expression.

  “You know.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Fuck me. Please fuck me.” She opened her eyes, her gaze imploring him.

  When he climbed over her, she watched his cock. Her moist heat soaked his cock head, making his blood boil. The overwhelming urge to dive into her almost consumed him. He couldn’t move for a minute, working desperately to control the beast that threatened to emerge, take over and claim his queen.

  Elsa must have sensed his battle, because she stilled. When he thought he could move without endangering her with a roughness she wasn’t ready for, he met her gaze, seeing wonder filling her eyes.


  Her hands slid down his chest, but he grabbed them. “I will control this.” If his order confused her, she didn’t complain.

  “Then take me,” she whispered.

  Fire soared around his cock as he pressed inside her, entering her narrow hole. For a moment, he thought her heat would suffocate him. So tight. So wet. Nothing had ever felt this damned good before.

  He buried his cock deep inside her, until she had stretched enough to take all of him.

  “Breathe, baby.” He watched her gasp, knowing his size overwhelmed her.

  She didn’t cry out though, made no indication that he hurt her, but continued panting, while she attempted to smile.

  “It’s good.” Her eyes glowed like deep pools of sapphire. “So damned good.”

  He could hold still no longer. Pulling out, he lost himself in her again, moist heat flaring around him, driving him further inside her. With each plunge he watched her body jerk, her eyes widen, while she dug her nails into his shoulder.

  He growled, closing his eyes while he exploded like he hadn’t come in months. “You…are…mine!”

  Chapter Twelve

  The mixed odors of fish frying and coffee brewing made her stomach growl when she walked into the diner late the next morning.

  Rocky leaned against the counter talking to a lady Elsa didn’t know. She hesitated in joining them. Coming here at all gave her the jitters. Maybe she should just drive over to the grocery store, buy food, and then not have to worry about leaving Rick’s house at all. Every time she went out in public, she risked someone recognizing her and sending word to her pack.

  And how long are you going to hide out at his place?

  “Elsa. Come here.” Rocky waved to her, gesturing for her to join them.

  So much for turning tail and running. Her heart raced a little faster when she walked past several werewolves who gave her curious glances.

  The young woman sitting by Rocky gave Elsa the once over. Maybe it was her imagination but recognition seemed to wash over her expression. Fear gripped her gut, twisting it into a knot.

  “Elsa, this is my friend, Samantha.” Rocky grinned while gesturing from one lady to the other.