To Trust a Wolf

by Kate Steele

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  The ride to Logan’s was pleasant, thanks to their restored harmony. Bryn asked Logan to tell her about his trip and the job, which he did, with great detail.

  “The whole thing seems so surreal,” she said wonderingly as they arrived, exiting the car and entering the house. “You’ve been mediating a territory dispute between packs. Wolf packs. Wolf packs who just happen to be people, too.” She shook her head. “This is going to take some getting used to.”

  “Does it bother you, Bryn? Knowing that we really exist?” Logan asked, flipping the switch to illuminate the stairway.

  He wanted—no, needed—to know how she was adjusting to the shocking knowledge he’d bestowed upon her. Their relationship depended on her ability to accept his people, to accept him, fully, without reservation.

  Bryn thought a moment. “You know, there’s been a lot of movies and books written about werewolves. Most of them depicted werewolves as humans who changed into violent, out of control creatures. Creatures whose only goal seemed to be to kill.” She paused, considering her words. “Even though there was supposedly no such creature, it was scary.” She moved to stand before Logan, her eyes filled with love and acceptance. “But now, knowing you, who you are and what you can become, I’m not scared.” She smiled as her hand reached up to stroke his cheek. “If you’re representative of what real werewolves are like, I think we’ll get along just fine.”

  He tipped her face up for a warm, loving kiss. “Have I told you that I love you, Bryn Roydan?” he asked softly.

  “I believe you may have, a time or two,” she replied, nibbling his bottom lip, “but feel free to mention it anytime you like.”

  “You’re so good to me,” he teased. “Let’s go to bed.”

  Logan grabbed his duffel and Bryn’s luggage and followed her up the stairs. “By the way, did I mention how much I like those boxers?” He admired the flexing muscles of her firm, rounded cheeks and the sexy sway of her hips as she climbed the stairs before him. “From this angle, the teddies are doing a tango.”

  Bryn laughed. “Stop ogling my teddy bears, you pervert.”

  “If I had a free hand I’d do more than ogle,” he grumbled.

  They reached the bedroom and Logan dumped the luggage on the bed. He and Bryn companionably unpacked their respective bags. He followed her into the bathroom, placing his toothbrush and other toiletries in their accustomed spots. While he did this, Bryn was putting her shampoo and conditioner on a shelf in the tub and putting her own things neatly on the counter. Logan noted the box of tampons she placed with her other things.

  He moved behind her and, placing his hands on her shoulders, began a gentle massage. “How are you feeling, baby?” he asked solicitously.

  “Fine,” she replied, closing her eyes. “Mmm, that feels good.”

  He swept her hair over one shoulder and bared the back of her neck. Placing soft nuzzling kisses there, he slid his hands down her back and around her waist. One hand continued down over her belly to rest above her mound. “No cramps?” he asked, massaging softly.

  “Uh-uh.” His hands and lips had her sinking into a trance-like state.

  He reached forward, tapping his finger on the box of tampons to get her attention. “Are you using one of these?” At her nod, his mouth moved to her ear. His tongue traced the fine whorls and curves. He took her earlobe into his mouth to nibble and suck. Bryn moaned as Logan stoked the tiny flame in her belly until it began to burn brightly. “Get rid of it, sweetheart,” he whispered.

  His firm demand sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Again she nodded, her eyes dreamy, her arousal rising. Logan took a towel from the cupboard and exited to the bedroom, giving her privacy. Bryn undressed and prepared herself. Slipping into Logan’s robe she entered the bedroom. Logan had done a little preparing of his own. The lights had been turned out and half a dozen candles gleamed from various points in the room, casting a subtle glow.

  He’d spread the towel on the bed, undressed, and now sat cross-legged, his back pressed against the headboard. Casually and comfortably nude, his erection standing full and hard, he waited for her.

  “Come here.” His gentle command had Bryn’s insides quivering with anticipation. She discarded the robe and took the hand he offered. “I want you to sit here, in the cradle of my legs, and put your legs around my waist.” He pulled her slowly, firmly toward him.

  His dictate was soon accomplished with a little breathless and giggle-filled maneuvering. She settled herself in his lap, her legs spread wide and circling his muscled torso, her arms over his shoulders and around his neck. Logan folded her into his embrace, pulling their bodies firmly together. His throbbing cock rested in the open valley of her swelling sex, the plum-shaped head rubbing the satiny smooth skin of her belly.

  “Oh yeah,” he breathed. “You feel so good, baby.”

  Her breasts were flattened to his chest. The wiry hair there abraded her turgid nipples, pulling a moan from her parted lips.

  Logan leaned back and slid his hands into her hair, his fingers firmly holding her as he pulled her down to his kiss. His mouth slanted over hers, rubbing and nudging to find the perfect fit. His tongue slipped out, teasing then coaxing her to open for him.

  Bryn did so, willingly taking him into her mouth, suckling the tormenting invader. Logan groaned as the suctioning pull of her mouth on his tongue sped straight to his cock. They ate at each other, giving and taking, reveling in the sultry, deliberate exchange.

  Logan’s mouth broke from hers and began a leisurely exploration. He kissed and nibbled along her jawline to the tender hollow beneath her ear. There, he lightly pinched the vulnerable flesh between his teeth and suckled long and soft, marking her. Bryn’s soft, breathy moans urged him on. Her head tilted back, exposing the long graceful column of her throat. Accepting her invitation, his mouth trailed down the silky skin. The phantom brush of his breath, warm and moist, sent each tiny quivering nerve ending dancing. At the base of her throat he paused, suckling lightly, marking her again.

  “Are you giving me hickeys?” Bryn asked helplessly. Her hands feathered through his hair, holding him to her. She felt the sting as blood was suckled to the surface of her skin.

  “Mmm-hmm,” he purred.

  “More,” she demanded.

  Lost in the rapture of his slow explorations and the tiny burning bites as he marked her, Bryn rocked against him. The thick column of his turgid staff slid in the fluid that leaked from her pulsing sheath. Yearning to be filled, the slow rub of his cock against her swollen clit was a torment. She struggled to rise, to impale herself.

  Logan held her firmly. “Not yet sweet, not yet,” he murmured in a dark, lazy drawl. “Soon baby, just hold on to me, love,” he crooned at her wordless pleading whimpers.

  He trailed his mouth down her chest, stopping at the slope of one firm, pale breast. He suckled fervidly, raising another passion mark on her lightly golden, silky skin. Logan’s own passions were rising fast. Bryn’s insistent movements and sweet, imploring moans were driving him wild. The urge to sink into her hot, clenching channel was almost overwhelming. But he had set his course, determined to see it through. A long, slow ride was his aim, his goal to prove to his mate that she was loved and desired under any and every circumstance that came along.

  He bent her backward, one hand firmly planted on her back, the other cupping the taut globe of one breast. His mouth completed the journey to the engorged nipple of the other. His teeth closed gently at the base, his lips latched onto the rest, tongue laving the hardened bud as he suckled lustily.

  “Logan. Ah, Logan!” Bryn cried out as a small shuddering orgasm took her. His deep growl of encouragement vibrated her sensitized flesh, sending her over another peak.

  “That’s good, baby, so good. I’m going to suck your other nipple now, Bryn. I want you to come for me again, baby.” He quickly switched, vigorously suckling at her other nipple while his fingers tweaked and rolled the damp nub of t
he previous one. With a groaning cry, Bryn came again. Her body bucked against his, her sex battering his cock with each convulsive jerk of her hips.

  His mouth took hers in a searing kiss, his tongue breaching all barriers, ardently exploring, savoring her unique flavor. He swallowed her pleading moans and whimpers. The scent of her arousal inundated his nasal passages as the scorching heat of her sleek, satiny skin slid against him.

  Logan went into sensory overload. He was drowning in the very essence of her, of his mate. His hands cupped her buttocks, effortlessly lifting her. “Guide me in,” he ordered in a thick, husky growl. She eagerly complied, directing the thick pillar of his erection to her weeping slit. When the firm, fleshy head nuzzled in, he slowly lowered her, easily breaching the taut flesh that quivered and tightened around the welcomed invader.

  Bryn absorbed with single-minded fervor the impact of each solid inch of him as he slid slowly inside, filling her. Eyes closed, brow wrinkled in concentration, she rocked against him chanting, “Yes, yes, yes.”

  Logan gave an agonized groan as her tight passage squeezed his tunneling cock. He grunted with relief as he hilted, bottoming out against her cervix. They both stilled, holding each other, breath panting from open mouths as they reveled in the oneness of being joined.

  “Ride me, Bryn,” Logan commanded. Her quivering, constricting sheath was rousing him beyond measure.

  Bryn’s legs tightened around his waist as she began rocking, rising a short space only to sink back, feeling the gentle, rhythmic, jabbing punches of his cock head against her cervix. Wanting more, Logan grasped the taut, flexing cheeks of her bottom, lifting her. His cock pulled free, then drilled deep in a long wet slide.

  “Please, please. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Bryn was frantically racing to the edge.

  Logan’s own finish was fast approaching. He braced his back against the headboard, his hips stabbing upward, meeting each downward slide, pounding deeper. His heavy balls pulled up tight.

  “Brynnn!” Her name was torn from his throat in a deep, gravel-filled groan. His throbbing cock jerked as it repeatedly spurt hot ropes of thick white cum into her already drenched passage.

  Feeling the splash of his cum filling her sent Bryn barreling over the edge. Her vagina tightened and released in fluttering spasms as climax washed over her laboring body. Her wailing cry of completion rang out, the final evidence of total carnal fulfillment.

  They clung to each other as individuality melted around the edges and they merged into one sensual, writhing beast.

  Sweat-soaked skin slid, then stuck together as all movement gradually stilled, except the rise and fall of chests as lungs labored to replenish depleted oxygen. Night’s silence reemerged. Outside, frogs and crickets sang, leaves rustled as a small breeze filtered through them. Inside, a muffled creak announced the settling of the house. The soft whir of the ceiling fan accompanied the even softer sigh of breath from two people lost in each other.

  “Are you all right, sweetheart?” Logan inquired softly.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Her faint murmur was accompanied by several soft kisses on the shoulder where her head rested.

  “As soon as I can get my knees unlocked we’re going to have a shower.”

  Bryn tightened in his arms, attempting to disengage and rise.

  “No, baby, don’t move,” he instructed. “Just give me a minute and I’ll take care of everything.”

  He felt her body go limp, gratified that she put her trust in him so completely. With a groan, Logan straightened his legs and twisted to the side, swinging them down to the floor. He sat a moment, holding Bryn securely against him until his knees felt steady enough to rise. Another groan accompanied the surge to his feet and he walked to the bathroom with Bryn still wrapped around him. “I can walk,” she offered.

  “Just stay with me, babe. I’ll get us there,” he promised, each step becoming steadier with returning blood circulation.

  By the time he reached the bathroom Logan was in full control again, and grabbing a washcloth, he easily stepped into the tub, standing Bryn upright. He held her pliant body against him as he adjusted the water temp and hit the shower switch. Warm steamy water cascaded over their grateful bodies.

  Logan let the water soak the washcloth and lathered it up with the bar of soap kept in the shower. He began washing Bryn, running the cloth methodically over her body. Conscious of her delicate condition, he was determined to be considerate and make this just a shower and not a prelude to more sex. When he reached her belly and began moving lower she grabbed his arm. “I can do the rest,” she insisted shyly.

  “I want to,” he replied, his steady gaze filled with love.

  She bit her lip and nodded, as though afraid to speak.

  Logan continued his ministrations, carefully cleansing and rinsing every part of her body. His touch was tender, gentle and very thorough. As soon as he finished, Bryn took the washcloth from him, rinsing it under the shower spray and lathering it again.

  “Your turn,” she smiled, and began washing him every bit as thoroughly as he had her.

  She slid the soapy cloth over his arms and chest, then moved around to wash his broad shoulders and back. Logan made a growl of contentment that had her chuckling. She continued downward, soaping the tight little cheeks of his butt, sliding the cloth between them.

  “Damn, baby,” Logan gasped, the muscles flexing convulsively under her hands as the rough, textured cloth caressed his sensitive anal opening.

  Bryn dropped the washcloth and took the soap in her hands, lathering them. She moved in front of him and ran her tongue over her bottom lip in anticipation. Just as she’d hoped, Logan’s cock had begun to stiffen. Her soap-slicked hands took possession of his staff, working the turgid flesh until it was fully erect.

  “What are you doing, Bryn?” he groaned.

  “Taking you,” she answered with succinct determination.

  Bryn directed him to face the shower and rinsed him and her hands. She turned the water off and went to her knees in front of him. Her slender fingers wrapped around his throbbing length as her tongue took a long, firm swipe over his bulging cock head. Logan jerked and groaned as his breathing began to speed up.

  Smiling with smug satisfaction, Bryn took his cock in her mouth, licking and sucking with unbridled enthusiasm. His hands fisted in her hair. His hips began a slow pumping motion as she worked his straining rod. Small humming sounds of pleasure made their way up her throat, vibrating his taut flesh. Logan groaned again, increasing the speed of his thrusts. He looked down and almost came at the sight of his cock, glistening with her saliva, as it slid between the full lips that she tightened around him.

  Eyes closed, he was so overwhelmed with the feel of her sucking him, he didn’t see or feel her take her hands away. She groped blindly for her bottle of conditioner and squirted a small amount in the palm of her left hand. Lubricating the middle finger of her right hand, she reached around behind him, spreading his flexing cheeks. The slick digit located the tight bud of his anus and slid part of the way inside.

  “Ah god, baby!” he cried out.

  Her left hand returned to the base of his cock, the fingers wrapping around, applying pressure as he continued to thrust into her hot, suckling mouth.

  Bryn took him with pleasure. She’d never realized what an erogenous zone her mouth was. She reveled in the feel of his thick, hard cock as it filled her. She could feel the beat of his heart in the knotted veins that ran the length of him. Her tongue slid over them and over the plum-shaped head, rubbing the sensitive underside and exploring the little opening at the tip.

  “I can’t hold back. I’m gonna come, baby” he called out, his thigh muscles like rocks as he braced himself for the unleashing ecstasy. A guttural groan tore from his lips as she drove her finger deep into his anus. His cum spewed like lava from an exploding volcano. Bryn convulsively swallowed each thick eruption, once, twice, again and again. She withdrew her finger in a long, rapid slide. Lo
gan groaned again as another sharp convulsive spasm tore a final burst of cum from his drained balls. His spasmodic thrusts slowed and ended. Logan sank to his knees in front of her, blissfully depleted.

  He took her face in his hands, his forehead resting against hers. “Where the hell did you learn that?” he gasped.

  “I read a lot,” she snickered, pleased beyond measure to have given him such overwhelming pleasure.

  “Thank god for books. Felt like my balls turned inside out,” he quipped weakly.

  Bryn reached down and lightly fondled the balls in question. “Nope, they’re still right-side out,” she teased. “Come on, let’s finish this shower. I’m worn out.”

  Together they struggled to their feet and turned the shower back on, quickly rinsing down. They helped dry each other with warm, fluffy towels. Logan headed for bed as Bryn lingered over face and body lotion and the reinsertion of another tampon. Turning out the bathroom light, she stood in the doorway to the bedroom.

  Logan had extinguished all the candles save one. It cast a golden glow over the bed. He lay on his back, his face and body peaceful and relaxed. A soft smile curved her lips as she studied the shadowy contours of his face. She could almost see the image of the wolf superimposed over his ruggedly handsome features. A shiver of wonder ran down her spine. He was hers. She loved and was loved in return.

  Joy filled her being as she crossed the floor to the bed. Blowing out the remaining candle, she slipped under the covers, snuggling close to the heat of his firmly muscled body. A garbled murmur flowed from his lips as he tightened his arm around her, practically pulling her on top of him. She gently stroked his cheek and settled herself against him, drifting into dreams of wolves running with silent, ghostly grace under the light of a benevolent, silvery moon.

  Chapter Seven

  “What’s he doing here?”

  Bryn had just started down the stairs when Logan admitted Reece and directed him through to the kitchen. After postponing Reece’s first workout a few days ago, Logan was eager to get started. Glancing up, he spotted Bryn and instructed Reece to go on down to the basement.