Shadow of the Wolf hd-1

by Dana Marie Eberharter

  Now, thanks to his illness, he hadn’t run in two days, and the wolf was anxious to get out of its cage. The only reason he could think of for the wolf to be so itchy to get out was the fact that they had yet to fully claim their mate. “Once we’re back at the house, Gareth and I will be going for a run.”

  “All right.” She put her hand on his thigh, the warmth of her seeping through the rough denim. Suddenly his wolf’s urges were heading in a completely different direction, one that had his cock rock hard enough to drill holes in steel. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

  He could think of a few things she could do that might help. Unzipping his fly, lowering her head, taking his prick out of his pants, sucking it into the warm cavern of her mouth…

  “Chris? You might want to pull over.”

  He looked at her. “Why?”

  She gestured with her chin towards the steering wheel. “Your hands are sprouting fur.”

  “Fuck.” He pulled over. Luckily they’d already left the city, but they were still on a major highway. He leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.

  He couldn’t understand it. He should have more control than this.

  Her hand tried to leave his thigh. His growling response startled even him. “Chris?”

  The fear in her voice nearly killed him. He reached for the door handle, ignoring her when she reached into her purse, determined to get away from her before his wolf got the better of him. He was terrified of what he would do to her if that should happen.

  She reached out and began to stroke his hair, freezing him in his tracks.

  “Artemis who guards the night

  Aid us now in our plight.

  Man and beast within collide;

  Bring forth the man to guide.

  By your hand, by my decree.

  As I will so mote it be.”

  She pressed something into the palm of his hand, stroking his fingers over it, using her own to guide him, her other still tangled in his hair. Her quiet chant continued, her soft voice something both he and the wolf could focus on. The feel of the cool stone helped center him, guided the man back to the surface and dominance.

  “Lana?”

  “Shh. It’s okay, Chris. I’ve got you.” Sweat beaded her brow, her voice tired. “This wasn’t natural, Chris.”

  He ground his teeth. Fucking Cole again. There must have been more of the wolf hair than I thought.

  “He must have held back some of the wolf hairs from the earlier spell.”

  “He was trying to force the wolf out, tried to nullify the contract we have with it.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think he can do that. I think he did try to bring out your wolf, but it wouldn’t have hurt me. I’m sure of it.”

  He wasn’t. She hadn’t felt the raw hunger his wolf had blasted him with. But the wolf lay docile now under her palm, ready to beg for more caresses from his mate.

  He opened his fingers and stared down at the milky white gem in his hand.

  “Moonstone?”

  “I invoked Artemis.” She grinned wearily. “And you are a werewolf.”

  He snorted, too tired to argue with her. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

  Her fingers shifted, closing his around the moonstone again. “I think you scared yourself more than you scared me.” She shifted in her seat. “Are you all right to drive?”

  He nodded. Already he could feel his strength returning. “Yeah, I think so.”

  “Good.” She yawned. “Wake me when we get there, okay?”

  “Lana?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Thank you.”

  She blew him a kiss. “Welcome.”

  He began to drive, comforted by the sound of her breathing. She slipped into a doze, eventually sliding completely into sleep. He understood now why Becketts withered and died when their mates did.

  It had been two days, and already he couldn’t imagine living without her.

  Now he just had to get her to understand she could live with him.

  * * *

  The next morning Lana woke to find herself in Chris’s arms again. He’d tugged and prodded until she’d sleepily agreed to follow him upstairs. She hadn’t been awake enough to realize he’d led her straight into his bedroom, and now here she was with her own warm werewolf at her back.

  Frankly, saying anything about it at this point was probably stupid. The man had already had the milk, after all. No sense in complaining about the fact that he’d stolen the cow and was getting set to raid the barn and move into the house.

  “Chris.”

  His arm tightened slightly around her waist. He mumbled something incoherent.

  She poked at his arm with her finger. It barely gave, the flesh tight over corded muscle. “Chris.”

  “Sleepin’.”

  “I noticed. But I need to get up.”

  “Nuh-uh. Sleepin’.” He buried his face in her hair.

  She’d only woken up with him twice and already she could see a pattern emerging.

  “It’s morning.”

  “It’s dark.”

  “How can you tell it’s dark if you’re sleeping?”

  He sighed roughly. “Because I opened my eyes long enough to look.”

  She patted his arm. “You have to let me up. I need to get ready for work.”

  “Can you get a job where you don’t need to be up at o’dark hundred?”

  She could hear both man and wolf whining in his voice. She was having a hard time holding back her smile. He sounded like a little boy whose favorite toy was being taken away. “I like my job, thank you.”

  He sighed. “I guess that means I have to be up, too.” He rolled over, pulling her on top of him. Once again she realized she was naked. It was hard to miss when his hardening cock was nudging her opening. “Geez, you’re a demanding wench.”

  “Excuse mmph?” Her reply was lost when he pulled her down, kissing her like a starving man. Her traitorous body responded, bucking back with a squeal when he slapped his hand against her ass. She reared up, breaking the kiss, startled at the feral look in his eyes. “Chris?”

  His gaze drifted over her, the possession in it more of a turn-on than anything she’d ever experienced before. “I want you on your hands and knees.”

  She licked her lips, her body trembling at the command. The expression on his face, a feral need directed solely at her, would have been terrifying on another man.

  On him it was hotter than hell.

  She bent, and turned, and presented her ass to him, straddling his body. His cock was at her lips, bobbing gently, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

  “Suck it.”

  She leaned down and licked the drop, tasting the salty sweetness, savoring the flavor.

  She took the head into her mouth, her head bobbing gently, more and more of him slipping between her lips until her nose was buried in the wiry curls at the base of his cock.

  His knees bent, his hands stroking over her ass. “Eat my cock, little witch.” He smacked the globe of her ass, making her moan around the hot flesh in her mouth. “Suck it until I tell you to stop.”

  She dragged her mouth up his cock, stopping long enough to lash the head with her tongue before once again taking him to the root.

  “That’s it, Lana.” He smacked her ass again, making her tremble. “You like that, little witch?”

  She didn’t respond, too busy loving his cock.

  He gently thrust up, showing her the rhythm he wanted. Every now and then a smack would land on her ass, making her shake and quiver.

  No one had ever spanked her before, not like this. The urge to beg him to take her was beginning to override the need to taste his cum.

  “You want me to fuck you, Lana? You want me inside you?”

  She was nodding before he’d finished, sucking extra hard on the head of his cock.

  “Fuck! Stop, Lana!” His hand landed one more time on her ass. “Move to the edge of
the bed and grab the footboard. Whatever you do, do not let go. You hear me?”

  She nodded weakly, making her way to the foot of the bed. She was so ready for him she was trembling.

  She felt him get to his knees behind her and grabbed the footboard blindly. “You want this?” The head of his cock stroked between her pussy lips. “Say you want this, Lana.”

  “Fuck me, Chris.”

  The head slipped in, stretching her. “Don’t move those hands.” His body bowed over hers, his cock settling into her, his hands coming to rest next to hers. His face was buried in the crook of her neck. She had the feeling she’d have another mark before they were done.

  And then he began moving, and there was nothing gentle about it. It was a raw fucking, taking and taking her over and over again, the slap of his hips against her sore ass making her buck back into him. She wanted this, wanted his passion, his need for her overriding everything else.

  His knuckles were white. “Such a good little cocksucker.” He shifted his knees, changing the angle, and there it was, that spot inside her that made her pussy weep with joy. “Gonna fuck you so good.”

  She began fucking back, thrusting into him, praying he would move faster. She groaned in approval when he picked up speed. “Wanna come?”

  She nodded, too breathless to speak.

  One large hand left the headboard, drifting over her breasts and down her stomach until his fingers grazed her clit. “Come for me.”

  He stroked her, his balls slapping against her wetness, his cock practically setting her pussy on fire. With a low, throaty groan she came, her back arching, her muscles quivering, stars dancing behind her eyes.

  He pounded into her once, twice, and then he was coming too, moaning her name in her hair.

  Lana let go of the footboard. Her entire body slumped, sated beyond belief.

  He had to be the absolute best fuck she’d ever had. That he’d spanked her like that should have fazed her a bit, but the thought that her wolfman liked his sex rough once in a while didn’t bother her at all. In fact, she’d gotten off on it big time. We’ll have to explore that more later. Much later. After I recover from this time.

  He curled up around her, almost purring with contentment. “Finding you has got to be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  She smiled, the soft kisses he peppered her neck with sending a shivery feeling down her spine. “Chris?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I have to go to work.”

  “Call. Out.”

  “No.”

  “Lana,” he whined.

  She tried to pull out of his arms. “This is what you get for liking morning sex. Night time sex we have time to cuddle. Morning sex and I have to log in to work.”

  “Aw, man.” He let her go, waiting until she stood to right himself on the bed. He grabbed her pillow and burrowed into it. “Make coffee. Please?”

  “Sure thing, wolfman.” She reached down and kissed his cheek. “Go back to sleep, Chris.”

  “Mm-hmm.” He snuggled down and was soon breathing softly, his big body relaxed into the bed. She took a moment to study him when he couldn’t see it, couldn’t comment on it. Broad, muscular shoulders covered in sleek, golden skin, dipped down temptingly into a narrow waist barely covered by the sheet.

  She stared at that sheet for a moment, but couldn’t help herself. She lifted the edge of the sheet. God, he was so beautiful she still couldn’t believe he wanted her. Her fingers were itching to do some walking over the tempting man-flesh, but she couldn’t do that.

  She had to go to fucking work.

  Soon? her libido whined. Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?

  Lana settled the blanket back around his waist and tiptoed into the bathroom.

  Shutting the door, she banged her forehead against it repeatedly. A vision of him covered in whipped cream tried to take root in her brain. If she didn’t get it out she’d crawl back into that bed and take severe advantage of his naked hospitality. Again. At this rate her pussy would be fucked raw before the weekend!

  “Lana? You okay?”

  His sleepy, rumbly voice had her insides quivering. The concern she heard threatened to melt her heart. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just … banged something.”

  There was a pause. “Oh. You sure?”

  Damn it, he has to be sweet, too. “I’m sure.”

  “M‘kay.”

  “Go back to sleep, Chris.”

  “Mm.”

  She turned on the taps and grabbed her toothbrush. It wasn’t until she was spitting the toothpaste down the sink that she even realized it was her toothbrush.

  She tiptoed out of the bathroom and headed for the closet. There, her clothes hung neatly side by side with his. Her shoes lined the floor, her underwear sharing drawer space with his.

  She couldn’t even be upset about it. He’d obviously done this late last night after he’d gotten back from his run with Gareth. She’d been so tired she’d barely heard him coming into the room. He had to have been even more tired than she’d been, yet he’d still taken the time to carefully hang her clothing. He was such a considerate naked man.

  She bit her lip, her gaze once more drawn to his sheet covered form. I wonder if I could really bounce a quarter off his glutes?

  She shook her head and grabbed the first thing her hand landed on, a pretty little sundress she liked to wear when visiting clients. She threw on her underwear and the dress, trying to ignore the little voice in her head that wondered what Chris would think of it. She headed back into the bathroom to find her makeup, figuring it was the most likely place Chris would put it.

  Yup, he’d neatly placed her makeup kit right at the second sink. She quickly applied some makeup, brushed her hair, and headed down the stairs.

  He might be able to sleep in, but some people around here needed to get to work by eight.

  “Good morning, dear.”

  Lana stepped into the kitchen, smiling at the sweet scents drifting from the oven.

  “Good morning, Grammy. Umm, something smells good. What’s for breakfast?”

  Grammy pulled a tray out of the oven. “Honey buns.”

  Lana paused, the mug halfway to her lips. “Honey buns.”

  “Yes. What’s the matter, dear? Usually you love honey buns.”

  Oh yeah. I adore honey buns, especially the ones upstairs. She could just picture them, covered in drizzled goodness, her teeth nipping at the firm, round globes. “Sounds good.” She took a sip of her coffee, hoping she wasn’t turning beet red. The heat she could feel in her cheeks, however, told her she probably was.

  “Hmm.” The buns landed on the stove quietly. “Why don’t you get some plates for the buns?”

  Lana held back her whimper and got the plates. It’s going to be a long day.

  * * *

  She went ahead and set up her laptop in Chris’s great room, nodding to him when he stumbled down the stairs. She watched him head into the kitchen, heard the coffee being poured, and then the rustle of the paper, his mumbled good morning to Annabelle barely audible. She smiled to herself, knowing he was checking out “his” teams. She wondered if he had to read the section more than once before the caffeine kicked in, or if it somehow trickled through his early morning decaffeinated fog.

  About twenty minutes later, Chris walked in, cradling his mug. “Why are you on the floor?”

  “I’m working.” She entered another set of numbers, her eyes glued to the screen.

  “Oh.” She barely noticed him walking out.

  She definitely noticed him walking back in, especially when he unplugged her laptop and picked it up. “Hey!”

  He turned and walked out of the great room. Grabbing her mug, she scrambled to her feet and followed him. He set her computer down on his desk with a satisfied nod, plugging it in to the same surge protector his computer was on. “Better.” Then he walked around the desk and settled into his chair. “Have a seat.”

  She glared at him. “You
couldn’t ask me if I wanted to move?”

  “It’s simple, really. Chair or floor? Nice dress, by the way.”

  “Thank you. What if I wanted floor?”

  He looked at her over the reading glasses he’d slipped on. “Be my guest, but there’s no coffee table in here. You might get uncomfortable.” His smile was wolfish. “But if you really want to sit on the floor, just put the laptop between your legs and work that way. Oh, and make sure you sit,” he looked around and pointed, “right there.”

  He’d picked a spot where he’d be able to look straight up her dress. If it wasn’t for the teasing smile lurking around his mouth, she’d be pissed. “I liked you better before you found the coffee.” She parked herself in the chair across from his desk, placing her mug on the coaster he handed her.

  “Any musical preferences this morning?”

  She sighed. “Something cheerful, please.”

  “Cheerful it is.”

  She pulled up the next set of figures she needed to work on, slowly losing track of the man across the desk. It wasn’t until she’d finally entered the last of the numbers that she realized what had been bothering her about the music he’d put on. “They Might Be Giants?”

  He blinked, pulled from his own work, his eyes barely focused. “Build a little birdhouse in your soul.”

  She snorted delicately. “More like a doghouse.”

  “Why would I be in the doghouse?”

  “How did I wind up naked in your bed again? ”

  “Sleeping with your clothes on makes you rumpled. Rumpled makes you uncomfortable. Therefore you needed to sleep without clothes.” The innocent act he was trying to pull was completely ruined by the sexy grin lurking around the corners of his mouth.

  “Really?” She folded her arms across her chest and glared at him.

  He sat back and tried to look offended. “It’s not like I broke out the webcam at any point during your semi or total nakedness, you know.”

  “Did I hear the word naked?” Gareth sauntered in, a can of soda in one hand and a smirk on his face. He settled on the edge of Chris’s desk, looking back and forth at them.