The Wolf Wore Plaid

by Terry Spear

  She swore they’d always been that way with each other, even if he’d tried to believe they wouldn’t suit in years past—seeing her, catching her eye, wanting something he thought he couldn’t have, just like she’d felt about him. But now?

  He wanted her, just like she wanted him, to scratch the itch she always felt when she saw him. Wanting to be with him, to touch his hand, to press a lingering kiss upon his wickedly pliable mouth. To rub her body against his and feel his cock growing for her. Och! She was already wet with need. After this scene and when he was free, she was taking him to bed.

  When she returned to the kitchen, Lana said, “You know the director is wondering if Guy can handle the love scene with Missy in the chamber after this scene is done. What if he asks Enrick to do it instead?”

  Several of the women doing kitchen duty for the film paused to hear what Heather had to say. All the filming was going on in the great hall, so they could talk freely in the kitchen for now.

  “Enrick is saving his strength for me.” Heather loaded up another tray filled with dishes and mugs. “His younger brother, Lachlan, can fill the role. I know Grant wouldn’t do it. And Colleen sure wouldn’t go along with it.”

  “And you?” Lana asked, smiling.

  Heather sighed. “He will do what he feels he needs to do. But he is wounded, you know.”

  Lana shook her head. “I truly don’t think Guy wants to give up that part of his role either. He has a reputation to uphold on the silver screen. I hope if he does do it, he isn’t feeling too much pain. Did you hear how Enrick fought against Spencer?”

  “Hold that thought. I need to deliver these to the lord’s table.” Heather hurried off while two other women carried trays of food and drinks to other tables.

  Heather was dying to hear what Lana had to say, but the show had to go on. When she returned to the kitchen, she said, “Okay, what?” She wished she could have been there to watch the battle where Enrick had been injured, but she’d had to return to the castle to take charge of the food preparations for this scene.

  “Enrick was a little overzealous in fighting with Spencer and the other villain. Some said because Spencer had asked you out, and Enrick was fighting him for your honor.”

  Heather laughed. “Okay, so I’m not surprised.” Then she frowned. “But I didn’t want him injured over it. Do you know he is standing in the other entryway, watching me work? He needs to lie down.”

  “You do realize he loves you, don’t you? I know you were angry with him for not telling you he’d been injured, but he was only trying to keep you from thinking about him when you had a job to do.”

  “So I’m not thinking about him now?”

  “Which is just the point. You learned he was injured, and you’re worried about it.”

  “Aye, I am. But he should have told me.” Heather let out her breath. “Okay, this scene is nearly done. And I’m glad I don’t have to do anything with the love scene.”

  Lana laughed. “Nay, their professional actresses serving as Missy’s maids will take care of that.”

  “How do you feel about returning to the shop and baking bread after being an extra in a movie?” Heather asked.

  “Oh, I will love to get back to the routine, in truth. It’s been fun and I wouldn’t have given this up for anything, but I’m ready to return home and sleep in my own bed.” Lana frowned. “What are you and Enrick going to do? With him being so important to the pack and leadership, he might feel he needs to stay here.”

  “I know. I’ve been thinking about it. I would love to have our own place, a home somewhere in between the shop and his castle. But I don’t mind the commute if he needs to be closer to home to do his job.”

  “Get a home of your own. You’ll work it out. Grant wouldn’t deny his brother a place of your own.”

  “We’ll see. It’s one thing to manage a pie shop—”

  “An incredibly successful shop.”

  “Aye, but another thing to manage a wolf pack and a castle.”

  “All that should matter is being with you.”

  Heather smiled. But Enrick’s position was really important, so she wouldn’t make light of his job. He had to be there for the pack.

  * * *

  At the entrance to the great hall, Enrick watched as Lachlan called the wolves to come with him while Guy and Missy left the great hall to do their love scene in the lord’s chamber. Enrick thought the wolves weren’t needed for any further scenes so they would be free to stay at the castle and shift into their human forms. But he was wrong.

  “The director wants the wolves to run into the lord’s chamber when he goes to make love to his wife. Guy has to shoo them out of the chamber, the first time ever that she takes priority over his wolves,” Lachlan told Enrick.

  “I’ll go with you then.”

  Heather was done with all her scenes for the day. Enrick was glad about that. He was ready to spend all his spare time with her and get back to his real job after the wedding scene tomorrow. Unless Enrick needed to be a double, he didn’t have a role to play. Heather would be among the background actors at the chapel.

  They finally reached the chamber where the love scene was going to be filmed. “You need to be Guy’s double if he needs one for this scene,” Enrick said before Lachlan motioned for the wolves to enter the room where Missy and Guy were still fully dressed and ready for the director to call “Action.”

  Lachlan shook his head.

  Then the director called, “Action!” and Missy and Guy started to kiss.

  Lachlan motioned for the wolves to race into the room, and Guy turned, which was a mistake on his part. He groaned, his back still hurting him.

  Enrick felt for him.

  “Cut!” The director asked, “Why don’t you turn so you’re facing the door and then you can chase the wolves off?”

  “Why don’t I do that part and then Guy can take over from there?” Enrick said, thinking after he said it that he’d lost his mind. He only thought to deal with the wolves, not make love to the heroine afterward.

  As if he’d read Enrick’s mind, Guy smiled at him. The director waited for Guy to say what he wanted to do. “We’re good. I’ll face the door when the wolves enter.”

  Lachlan called the wolves out of the chamber to repeat the scene.

  Once Guy and Missy were ready, the director called, “Action!” and Lachlan motioned to the wolves to run into the chamber.

  Guy frowned and waved his hand at the wolves. “Out, now, all of you!” He winced as he motioned with his hand.

  The wolves acted reluctant at first, like they were supposed to, confused that their master would send them packing when they always slept with him in his chamber at night. Then Guy said again, “Go, out, now!”

  The wolves reluctantly obeyed, tails tucked between their legs, ears flattened, heads down as they loped out of the room. Perfect, Enrick thought.

  The director called, “Cut!” Then he called for action again, and the kissing began between the movie stars. Suddenly, Heather was at Enrick’s side, slipping her hand in his, squeezing it, smiling up at him, and he leaned down to kiss her, glad his back wasn’t hurting him and their lovemaking would be for real.

  Forget about being a stunt double. Enrick was finished. The job was done. The last shoot in progress for the night. Lachlan was still there if the director needed someone to fill in for Guy. Enrick couldn’t quit thinking of being with Heather in the throes of passion, seeking fulfillment in her arms as only mated wolves could, loving her in every way possible.

  Sure, she’d looked peeved at him for watching her while she was doing her duty in the great hall, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to be there if she needed him for a rescue. What if she had encountered another bone in her path? Despite appearing annoyed with him, she had glanced in his direction to see if he was there, watching her. Or may
be she had an uncanny sixth sense that he had been looking out for her again.

  Not caring anything about his injury, Enrick was taking his mate to bed.

  * * *

  Heather was surprised that when she and Enrick were kissing, he suddenly led her away from the chamber where the scene was being filmed and headed down the hall to his chamber. She thought he might be needed if Guy’s back was acting up. She glanced over her shoulder at Lachlan, who folded his arms and shook his head at them. But then he gave her a little smile.

  She smiled and mouthed, “Thank you.”

  Lachlan would take Guy’s place if he needed to. She loved Lachlan for giving Enrick the out, and Enrick for wanting to make love to her more than doing his duty as Guy’s stand-in.

  Sure, she hadn’t wanted Enrick to make pretend love to Missy, but she would have backed him on anything he needed to do.

  He hurried her down the hallway as if he was afraid the director would catch up to him and say he needed to do the rest of the scene for Guy because Lachlan had decided he didn’t want to do it.

  “You’re eager to make love to me, I see,” she said to Enrick.

  He smiled down at her. “Aye, lass, always.” He swept her up in his arms and carried her the last few feet to his room and opened the door, then walked inside and closed it with his hip. “And nothing is stopping us.”

  “That’s one of the things I love about you.”

  “You really didn’t think I was going to fill in for Guy, did you?” Enrick unfastened her kilt pin and pulled her kilt off her shoulder, letting the fabric fall to her belt in back.

  “Aye, when you have a job to do, you don’t give up on it.”

  He smiled. “It was Lachlan’s turn.”

  She laughed. “I don’t think he was too unhappy about the prospect.” She unfastened the Celtic wolf knot pin holding Enrick’s kilt over his shoulder and placed it on the dresser. She pulled the kilt draped over his shoulder and slipped it off, and like hers, it fell to the back of his belt.

  Then they began kissing, her hands caressing the back of his head, her mouth pressing against his and then licking, and then kissing again. She cupped his pleated-kilt-covered buttocks and squeezed. She loved the feel of his firm buttocks. She knew he wasn’t wearing any boxer briefs under his great kilt, not unless he’d done something differently this time. The idea he was naked beneath that tartan fabric made him all the sexier and more tantalizing.

  But then she was naked under hers too. She rubbed her body against his and felt his steel-hard cock pressing against her kilt. “Hmm, you feel so good.” She pulled his body even harder against hers.

  His hands swept down her back and he nuzzled her neck, his five-o’clock shadow brushing against her sensitive skin. “So do you, lass.” He licked her neck, sizzling heat following in his tongue’s wake.

  Their heartbeats were already ramping up, their pheromones kicking into high gear, her blood heating. She loved the way he stroked her arms, thrust his tongue into her mouth, and pulled her close to feel her breasts against his chest. Her nipples were already sharp points, sensitive to his touch.

  He ran his hand down her waist until he caught hold of her long overskirt and long shirt underneath and pulled them up to her waist, then tucked the hems into her belt, exposing her mons to him. She felt naked and sexy, the cool air in the room making her feel even more exposed.

  He slid his hot finger between her wet folds and began to stroke her sensitive bud. She clung to him, feeling as though she would collapse on the floor if she didn’t hold on tight to his hips.

  He stopped for a moment and she said, “Don’t stop.”

  “Too many clothes, lass.”

  Fine. She agreed, but she wanted him stroking her nub again. She grabbed hold of the belt holding his sporran and sword and unfastened it. As soon as she did, his kilt fell to the floor in a puddle of plaid. But he was still wearing boots and a long shirt. She placed his belt on the nearby chair. She was mindful that she couldn’t just toss his belt with his sword to the floor as if his weapon was insignificant. Not as many times as it had saved his life and his kin’s lives in a fight to the death.

  Then he removed her belt and her kilt fell in volumes of plaid to the floor. She was wearing a long shirt under that and her boots too. He ran his hands over her breasts through the soft fabric, his eyes dark with lust. Then he pulled up her long shirt and tossed it aside. She was quick to lift his shirt next, exposing his beautiful muscular body, and pull it over his head. She noticed his bandaged arm and touched the skin lightly around it. No blood on the bandage, for which she was glad. He lifted her onto the bed as if he didn’t want her to worry about his injured arm and crouched down to pull off her boots and socks. She planned to remove his, but he quickly yanked his own off and then moved in beside her as she scooted over on the mattress so he could join her.

  Thankfully, he began kissing her breasts and stroking her nub again. And the fevered need to reach a climax shot through her all over again. She was so wet and ready for him. Ready to feel his erection thrusting into her, their bodies undulating in rhythm. Their hearts beating in sync. Their breaths frantic and shallow. And the smell of their sex enveloping them, pushing them into a mating frenzy.

  Her body burned for him, waves of desire coursing through her as he licked and suckled a nipple. She arched against his questing finger, wanting his cock to penetrate her slick sheath now.

  Then he trailed kisses up her chest, her throat, her jaw, his finger still stroking her with the most imperative mission: to bring her to climax, to make her feel as light as air.

  And then his mouth was on hers, branding her with a searing kiss, tongue exploring her mouth, hers taking a turn next. Her hands were cupped around his head, not wanting to give his mouth up, yet absorbing the feel of his finger stroking her nub, drawing her to new heights.

  His kisses were insistent, demanding, almost as much as hers were. She clung fiercely to his shoulders, tremors of pleasure stealing her thoughts, driving her to the edge. Maybe because of the way she was digging her fingers into his shoulders, he knew she was getting ready to come.

  He dipped his finger inside her core, swirled it around, and the tremors multiplied. He inserted another finger and penetrated her as deeply as he could, simulating his cock, and she arched against him, writhing in anticipation, knowing the climax was nearly there.

  He began stroking her nub again, and she cried out, her whole body filled with sweet joy, and she rode the high when he spread her legs and pressed his advantage.

  He pulled her legs around his lean hips and began to thrust deep inside her. Then he was kissing her again, his mouth possessing hers, and she licked and kissed and nibbled his lips in return. His eyes were darkened with need, the seduction mutual, loving, and fulfilling.

  Every time they made love, it was like discovering a new world, learning more about each other, identifying the nuances that would turn him on and that would turn her on. She moved her legs up higher, taking him in deeper, and he thrust harder.

  They were kissing each other, tasting and teasing and deepening the kiss. Still feeling euphoric and now with his body connected to hers, she felt the tide rising, swelling, carrying her upward again. She couldn’t believe he could make her come again so soon after the first time, but his wolfish powers of seduction were beyond compare. She was trying to hold off until he came too so they would be in sync.

  As if he knew she was struggling to hold on to the feelings rising in her, he slid his hand between them and began to stroke her while he continued to thrust. Ohmigod. It didn’t take much for her to shoot straight toward the heavens on the crest of a wave.

  She cried out again, and he came this time, exploding deep inside her, bathing her in his hot wetness, continuing to thrust until he was totally spent, groaning with release.

  “You are something special,” he said, his
warm breath whispering against her temple.

  “You are my dream wolf come true.”

  He pulled her into his arms and held her tight, kissing the top of her head as she finally settled against him the way she’d come to love, one leg propped against his in a way that said “Mine.” Her arm stretched over his body, keeping him close. Her head rested against his chest, and his hand stroked her back with a gentle sweep of his fingers. At least, that was how they always started out. Sometimes they ended up with him spooning her in the middle of the night, sometimes with him partially pinning her down in a possessive way, but they were always touching, as if they needed that connection that showed they loved each other to the depths of their souls.

  Of course, sometimes he ended up between her legs, and they would be making love all over again.

  Tomorrow was the last scene of the movie, but all she cared about was tonight and being wrapped up in her wolf. Though she realized she should have asked how his arm was feeling before they’d made love.

  “Enrick,” she whispered, not wanting to disturb the quiet moment between them, “is your arm okay?”

  He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Now you ask.”

  She sighed. “Well, if it’s hurting, we should just sleep the rest of the night.”

  “Uh-huh.” He continued to stroke her back and she suspected his injury wouldn’t keep him from making love to her again.

  And it didn’t. She loved her strong Highland wolf.

  Chapter 26

  The next afternoon after the filming of the wedding scene that morning, the film crew was taking down sets and packing up and departing. The director and the actors were leaving for their next assignments—all but Guy, who was staying for a couple of weeks to get to know his kin and run with them as wolves to his heart’s content when his back felt better. He was glad to be part of the family, a wolf pack, a clan. And this would give him time for his injured back to heal.