“I was just coming to see you.” Hunter hit the button and the elevator opened in the lobby in a matter of seconds.
“Let’s not stand here talking, I need you to drop me someplace.”
“What about dinner?”
“If it’s okay with you, can we make a date for next time?”
“That’s fine with me. I’m not really hungry. My time can be better utilized if I see the sheriff and warn him about his daughter. You look pale, you’d better eat something soon.”
“Lately I’m never hungry. A werewolf can go weeks without food. After starving in Alaska, I know how to reserve my intake and I don’t need that much since I’m not burning any energy.” That’s the excuse Hunter gave Claire, but it had more to do with being love sick.
After they entered Claire’s car, he gave her the directions to Christine’s apartment.
“Good, my place is near.” She glanced at Hunter who was deep in thought. “What’s with you and your brother?”
“He didn’t tell you?”
“No.”
“It’s a personal matter.”
“A woman of course. Is she a werefemale or human?”
“A human.”
“I don’t get the attraction?”
“It’s more than attraction.”
“Are you this vague? Then you and Devin have something in common. He talks in circles. He says too much, but it’s really nothing. I questioned him and got absolutely nothing I can bite my teeth on. In other words, he was a complete waste of time. I thought I could make some head way with him. He didn’t want to answer any questions and said that he was under medication and anything I asked him would be worthless.” Hunter smiled. That’s Devin. Always evasive.
“You can stop here.”
“Perfect. I live here, too. Your father gave me an apartment until I’ve gathered information and presented it to your sheriff.”
Claire parked the car and they both walked out at the same time. Hunter stood looking at her. “I’m going to be here all night if you need me, I’m on the second floor in apartment two B.”
“I assume that’s the apartment of the human I saw you speaking to.”
“I guess you don’t miss much.”
“No I don’t.” And Claire walked away from him. He liked looking at her walking away. She had one of the finest, hardest, and sexiest ass he had seen on human or shifter. Every time he watched her walk away, it stirred his sexual appetite. He felt his groin pull like before and he felt that heated desire course through him, and he felt his manhood rise, and it wasn’t a full moon tugging at him.
Hunter was young and full moon or no full moon he had to satisfy that desire and he knew who was waiting for him—Christine. She would engage in sexual intercourse with him and there would be no attachments. They could copulate and experiment and then they would be free to be with others in the same manner. Christine liked sleeping with the richest, and most powerful werewolf in town, and for that matter maybe the country, and maybe the world since there were so few left on the continent.
When Hunter rang the bell, Christine opened the door wearing a short see through tee top and no underwear. Her pubic was shaved clean.
“Do you like?” Hunter walked in the apartment and he closed the door behind him. Christine jumped and straddled his waist. He smelled her scent and he knew she wanted him and he had to have her. Why not? He thought.
Why not fulfill his lust and desire and calm his need to be with Katie. He kicked the door to her room open and lay her on the bed, and with his teeth he severed the strings on her top and with her help, he pulled the top over her head. He threw it on the floor beside the bed and raised her breasts up to his face. His breathing intensified as his warm mouth covered her tender nipples.
Christine pulled him up facing him because she loved looking into his handsome face. A sense of urgency drove him to kiss her and place his manhood over her small opening. His desperate desire for sex made him plunge into her without warning. She moaned and cried out in pleasure. Then she bit his lip.
The pain didn’t register. He was numb to something as insignificant and light as a bite from a human. She dug her nails into the small of his back as he bore into her opening. They moaned and groaned into each other’s mouths.
“I want this all the time,” she said breathless. “I can’t get enough of you fucking me, Hunter. I have never felt full like this before.”
Chapter 14
Hunter didn’t answer her. He was singularly fixed on satisfying his physical needs. The nature of a werewolf, which made him constantly hunger for sex, made him unconcerned with the needs of the female. He had to satisfy his overwhelming desire to reach an orgasm.
He tried to get Katie out of his mind, but as he pushed and pulled in and out of Christine he imagined it was Katie he was making love to. Then the thought of Devin entered his mind’s picture and he became infuriated. His hips twisted downward and to the side with deliberate force. Pushing into Christine harder and harder. The harder he plunged his cock into her, the harder she dug her nails into his back and bit him on the shoulder until she drew blood and still it didn’t affect him.
When his orgasm hit him it was a quiet release, but Christine shouted, “Fuck me, Hunter. Fuck me harder.” And he did all night until she was sore and she couldn’t take him banging into her anymore. When he had enough, they fell on their backs exhausted. He covered Christine up and lay thinking about her, and then Katie.
Finally he remembered that he would need some transportation, he climbed out of bed and made a call to the nearest motorcycle shop, and ordered the fastest motor cycle he could find in the area. The salesman agreed to have it waiting for him in the morning at eight. He had transportation, he had a telephone, and his sexual tension had diminished. He was set until tomorrow night.
When he woke the next morning he glanced at Christine. Her eyes opened. She turned and said, “You’re leaving so early. I have the night shift again. I thought we would stay in bed.”
“I never stay in bed. I’m restless. I don’t sleep much. I’m a werewolf after all. And it’s important that I check in with my father today. There are things I have to do,” Hunter said walking to the shower and Christine following behind him. “You have to be careful when you go out. There’s a killer or killers stalking young women.”
“What do I have to worry about? I have you to protect me.”
Stepping out of the shower, Hunter met Christine standing in front of him naked. “Tell me you don’t want more of the same.”
“You’re right. I could use more, but I have to pick up Haley at nine, and check her out of the hospital, and I have a motorcycle waiting outside in the court yard.” Hunter put on his shirt and watched out the window of her bedroom at a man standing near an expensive motorcycle.
“Wow! When can I ride with you?” Christine asked.
“Have you ever been on one?”
“No. But what difference does it make?”
“You have to take it slow and you will need a helmet.”
“I don’t see a helmet for you.”
“I didn’t order one because I’m not ready to take it on a long run.” He pulled his arms through the sleeves of his shirt and stepped into his jeans.
“It appears you are not equipped to ride that bike,” she said looking at his feet. Why do you wear those moccasin boots?” Hunter looked down. He had completely forgotten about that. He zipped his pants and walked to the door. Christine walked behind him. He turned and gave her a small kiss on her lips.
“Lock the door behind me.” Standing on the outside, Hunter waited until he heard the locks. Then he headed down the stairs and into the courtyard.
A young man about Hunter’s age, maybe twenty, or twenty one was sitting on a bench with a helmet. “Just as you ordered the fastest motorcycle in the shop. A silver Kawasaki Ninja ZX. It can travel 186 miles an hour,” the young red headed man with the bad complexion said.
Hunter walked aro
und to assess it. “I don’t know if it’s fast enough.”
“What do you want to do race it? You said the fastest bike in the shop.”
“I guess it’s good enough for now,” Hunter said tinkering with the instruments to familiarize himself before he took it for a ride.
“Here. You’re going to need this more than me.” And the young redhead who was a fox shifter tossed him his helmet. Hunter didn’t think he needed it, but he placed it on his head anyway. He straddled the bike and started it up, revved the motor, adjusted the helmet over his head. Can I drop you off anywhere?”
“No sir. I would rather walk.”
“Suit yourself.” He looked at the watch he bought with his IPhone. He slid the phone in a compartment and looked down at his feet. “Got to get me some boots.” And he took off heading for the hospital.
The motorcycle was quicker than he thought. With the bike he could travel faster than as a werewolf, and he had the feeling of being with nature and he was free. Unlike a car where he felt trapped like an animal in a cage.
Hunter never wanted that feeling again. Because of Bain holding him in a cage for days he now has a dislike for close quarters. He has to keep moving to feel comfortable. Sleeping with Christine for a night and maybe two was alright, but he would never be able to live like Devin and his family—confined in a house of walls. It was now that he realized that it was best that Katie was with Devin. What kind of husband or mate would he make?
He knew now that he would need a place to stay.
Thinking about the cave as temporary quarters would suit him just fine. But first he had to tell his father. When he stopped in front of the hospital door, he walked in the front door and sitting in a wheel chair waiting patiently, with an attendant was Haley.
“Where have you been?” He glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. No one had asked him his whereabouts before. Not his father or mother. Since he became a full grown werewolf no one dared ask him. But here is this slip of a girl demanding to know. He closed one eye and gazed at her.
Humoring himself and to look at the expression on her face, he said, “To my girlfriend’s house.”
“Oh.” He didn’t get the reaction he expected. “At least you’re not talking about a mate. I guess that’s progress. Where’s the car.”
“I don’t have a car.”
“Then how do you plan on taking me to the ranch. Carry me like before? We know how that turned out,” Haley said looking at him and standing with her hands held out.
“I have a motorcycle.”
“Wow! Awesome.”
“I can’t let her ride with you on a motorcycle,” the nurse said.
“Who’s going to stop me?” Haley ran to the open doors and rushed through. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
“You have to wait until I get on and then I’ll help you behind me. Then hold on to my waist.”
“That sounds good to me.”
“Here you have to wear this.” He took the helmet from his hand and propped it on her head. “Now there.”
“I look stupid.”
“No. You look great.”
“But you don’t have anything for your head, Hunter.”
“I don’t need it as much as you do.” He climbed on the motorcycle as he watched the nurse make a call on her phone and look out at them.
“Suppose you get in an accident and you get hurt then I have to go away and I may never see you again,” Haley said.
“That’s not going to happen and you’re not going home.” He reached for Haley’s hand and flung her across the bike. She wrapped her hands around his waist.
“See I told you. You finally warmed up to me,” Haley said to Hunter. She lay her head on his back. He flinched because he was becoming sensitive to Christine’s breaking of his skin with her nails. “I think you like being near me because I like being near you.”
Hunter didn’t say anything. He didn’t let her know that her father was dead and all she had was him and his family. He had to tell her, but now wasn’t the time, especially since she was excited about something more than him.
He felt her little hands hold tightly on to his body and something happened inside of him. He took a satisfied breath. Peace came over him and he felt like the werewolf he knew before Alaska.
Chapter 15
He drove slower than usual because he was conscience of Haley’s safety. She was full of life, and he wanted nothing to happen to her. Not because he thought of her as a potential mate some time far into the future, but because she was just starting her life, and he wanted the best for her. Just being with her he discovered that she made him happy.
Not the kind of happiness he dreamed he would find with Katie but something he couldn’t explain. Not even to himself.
They pulled up to the ranch, he stopped at the back of the house, and Hunter helped her off first. She stood in a pair of jeans and a heavy old white sweater. “Where did you get those clothes?” He hadn’t noticed her before. Why was he paying attention to her now? He thought.
“The nurses got together and found some clothing and gave it to me. They must have thought I was destitute.” She smiled at the thought.
“I’ll have someone take you into town and buy you some clothes. You should wear a dress and a long one at that. No jeans. You look too matured.”
“Are you kidding?”
“No I not. I’m your guardian, and I have something to say about how you dress.”
“You may be in charge of my affairs, but you aren’t going to dictate to me about how I should dress. All the young girls are wearing jeans and they are far tighter than what I’m wearing.” She turned around to show Hunter her behind. “See. I’m going to be eighteen next month.”
“I thought you were nineteen. Your age changes every day.”
“I am. I turn eighteen in May. I can be a June bride if you want?” She gets close to Hunter and she’s facing him. Her head reaches his shoulders. He’s nervous. He grabs her hand and turns her facing the door.
“For God’s sake, Haley, stop talking like that before I’m forced to take you over my knee...” He looked at her and she’s laughing.
“I think there are laws about that. Although you can spank me anytime.” She passed her tongue across her top lip.
“Stop that,” Hunter said.
“Stop what?” She said innocently. “Does that affect you?” Hunter didn’t answer. Of course it affected him. Haley opened the door and walked inside. Turning to Hunter she gave him a mischievous smile and bit her bottom lip.
“Is that how you entertain yourself by making me miserable?”
“I thought you like me to talk and act that way since you don’t have Katie anymore.”
“Just because I don’t have her doesn’t mean I want you.” Haley lowered her head. Immediately Hunter realized that he had hurt her feelings. He didn’t want to do that. She had never done him anything but have a crush on him. That would leave as soon as she met someone her own age.
He put his hand on her shoulder and when he looked around his father was standing in the doorway of the library.
“I assume you haven’t told the child.”
“I’m no child. Your son can attest to that.” Wilder glanced at Hunter with one raised eyebrow while furrowing his brow. Hunter gently pinched Haley’s shoulder.
“That hurt,” Haley said. Hunter shrugged and flashed his compelling Nordic blue eyes at Haley.
“No father, it’s not like that.” Hunter took Haley by the hand and dragged her into the library. She wandered around the room looking at the pictures of Wilder and Adrienne. Her eyes focused on a wedding picture of Drayton and Adrienne together, and pictures of Lycell holding his sons with Adrienne beaming in the background. She turned gazing with a questionable look at Hunter and Wilder. She smiled.
Haley passed her hands over a collection of porcelain statues picking one up to examine it.
“I have to speak to Haley, and then we can talk fath
er. But trust me, I haven’t had anything to do with that child.”
Haley heard Hunter and yelled, “I’m a woman.”
They lowered their voices. “You will have to talk to her about her father, her living arrangements and schooling. I suggest you send her to a boarding school in Switzerland first, and then send her to college,” Wilder said.
“I’ll take your suggestions, but you don’t know her. She has a mind of her own.”
“Like Adrienne I suppose?”
“Just like mother.”
“Then she needs to leave soon.” Wilder turned and headed in the direction of the kitchen. He’s been around the house more often than he anticipated. He enjoys riding around his ranch, and then there’s the excuse to hunt.
Hunter watched at Wilder. He saw a restless werewolf.
Hunter turned and walked into the library. Haley was carefully studying the many pictures scattered around. Some were placed on the fireplace mantle and more on shelves near the books circling the wood panel room. She sat at a grand piano holding a picture she thought was Hunter.
“Is this you?”
“No. It’s my grandfather.”
“I swear it could be you. You all look alike and so young. Your father looks like he could be your brother. An older brother, but a brother all the same.”
“I didn’t have you in here to discuss my family traits. We have to talk. Have a seat over here.” He pointed to the sofa near a fireplace that appeared to be on year round.
“Not unless you sit too.”
“Very well.” Hunter sat. “Are you satisfied now?” Haley looked up at Hunter and angled her head. “Well?”
Sitting on the sofa across from her he gazed at her trying to figure out where to start first. He didn’t want to overwhelm her with the death of her father. He tried to figure out how he should approach it.
“Are you going to tell me or did you get me in here to propose to me? I expect you to get on your knees and ask me and then ask my father.” Hunter rolled his eyes, shook his head, and twisted in his seat.
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