To Trust a Wolf

by Kate Steele

  “By the way,” Bryn murmured softly, “did I tell you my sister’s coming?”

  Logan groaned.

  “You’ll love her,” Bryn promised, a teasing smile curving her lips, as a look of beguiling innocence filled her eyes. “Trust me.”

  * * * * *

  That evening, Bryn and Logan retired to the den, where Logan lit a fire in the fireplace. August was winding down into September, and the nights had begun to turn cooler.

  They lazed comfortably on the sofa, cuddled together, gazing into the fire. “Take your clothes off,” Logan whispered in her ear.

  “I will if you will,” she replied, with a sultry smile.

  “Not this time, sweetheart,” Logan refused. “I’m not the one who’s about to go wolfie.”

  Bryn’s heart sped as she sat up abruptly. “Are you sure we should do this? I’m not sure I’m ready.” Her hand moved protectively over her middle. “It won’t hurt the baby, will it?”

  Logan stood up and pulled her to her feet. “It won’t hurt the cub,” he assured her gently, as he began steadily unbuttoning her shirt. “You’ll love it, Bryn. Believe me, it’ll be easy.”

  Taking him at his word, she began helping him and soon stood nude, shadows cast by the firelight flickering over the light golden tint of her skin. Bryn stood, outwardly relaxed, under the growing heat in his eyes. His golden eyes began to glow, and if she had seen her own reflection, she would’ve noted that hers, too, shone with a silvery gleam.

  Bryn noted with pleasure the growing bulge in Logan’s jeans. Her tongue ran over her lower lip with sensual anticipation.

  Stepping forward, Logan, showing great restraint, placed his hands on her shoulders. “Look into my eyes,” he instructed her.

  Bryn giggled. Seeing his frown of disapproval, she sobered. “Sorry,” she apologized. “It’s just that you sounded like those old vampire movies on the late show.”

  “Yes, I know. Now concentrate,” he said with mock severity, as his lips twitched with a suppressed smile.

  Bryn squelched her own smile and stared into Logan’s eyes. An immediate connection was made, and she could see in her mind’s eye Logan as a wolf, running with joyous abandon through the cool, leafy expanse of an endless wood. She needed to be with him. The desire was so strong and so piercing she burned with it. Heat enveloped her body and she felt a strange flowing shift that made her slightly dizzy.

  As the world righted itself, she found herself staring at Logan’s knees. She stepped back, confused, only to discover her two legs had become four. They worked perfectly, but the strangeness of it had her trying to check them out, which caused her body to turn in circles as she bounced around, trying to get a look at the new equipment.

  Logan’s laughter rang out and Bryn stilled, her wolfie dignity very much offended at his show of merriment at her display. She sat, the perfect picture of piqued majesty.

  He squatted down and offered a very sincere apology. Bryn regarded him quietly for a moment, then moved forward to lick his cheek to show her acceptance. With mischievous intent, she reared up, placing her front paws on his shoulders, deliberately knocking him over. Logan rolled, laughing as she stood over him, tickling as she licked his face and neck.

  Changing back with ease, she lay over him and laughed. “That was fun!” she enthused.

  Logan rolled, pinning her under him with a grin. “Fun, huh? Let me show you some real fun.”

  Without hesitation, his mouth latched onto the firm tip of her breast and began to suckle with vigor. Bryn moaned, grabbing his head with both hands as she arched under him.

  His mouth moved to her other breast, giving it a similar treatment. “Is this fun?” he questioned softly, lapping at her distended nipple.

  “Oh, oh yeah,” she panted. “More fun, Logan,” she demanded.

  Logan eased himself off of her and came to his feet, peeling his clothes off with slow deliberation. His eyes stayed with Bryn, following the curves of her delicious body, pausing here and there at the more mouthwatering parts. He lingered at her breasts, the nipples ruby red and shining with his saliva. His gaze arrowed down to her pussy, visible between her shapely parted thighs. Her mound was rounded, the outer lips puffy, moisture shining between them as her need increased.

  He reached out, offering his hand. She took it and he pulled her to her feet, backing to the sofa. Seating himself, he pulled her forward and—without words—indicated she should straddle his lap. Bryn obeyed and he took his erection in hand and teased her with it.

  Bryn panted and moaned as the plump, throbbing head of Logan’s cock slid through the thick juice of her arousal. He repeatedly rubbed her swollen clit, then glided through her slit to her waiting vaginal entrance, applying pressure, entering a few teasing centimeters only to draw back to again taunt the needy nub of her clit.

  Bryn became frantic to impale herself on his hard cock, but Logan controlled her easily as he murmured soft, crooning words of encouragement. Satisfied that she was riding the edge of orgasm, Logan again breached just the inner edge of her channel.

  “Look at me, baby,” he ordered. “I want to see you come.”

  Bryn’s eyes locked with his as he slowly allowed her to lower herself, engulfing the thick, throbbing length of his cock. Her breath heaved through laboring lungs and small whimpers tore from her throat as her body tightened, tightened, tightened, then exploded. She threw her head back and wailed her release, rapidly pumping her hips against the shaft that was buried balls-deep inside.

  Logan held her shuddering, quivering body as it bowed back, gritting his teeth and holding back his own release. As Bryn came back to earth he pulled her close, her head resting on his shoulder. When her breathing had evened out he eased back and she lifted her head, meeting his tender gaze. “Was that fun?” he asked, with a smug satisfied smile.

  “Oh yeah,” she smiled.

  “Ready for more?” he questioned, as his hips pumped upward, driving his impatiently throbbing cock deeper into her hot, slick depths.

  Bryn gasped, then reciprocated with a move that brought a groan from Logan. “Always,” she assured him, with a smug smile of her own.

  They began to move in concert, Bryn undulating against him, each movement rubbing her clit with slick friction against his pumping shaft.

  Logan’s hands were filled with the firm globes of her buttocks as he encouraged her movements. He kneaded the flexing mounds under his hands as he rhythmically thrust up into her clasping sheath. Her vagina tightened around him. His cock felt huge as it swelled and hardened to a final degree, preparing for ejaculation.

  Feeling the tingle of eminent release at the base of his spine, he released one rounded cheek and reached between them. His fingertips found the engorged pearl of her clit. Sliding in the moisture surrounding it, they gently massaged.

  “Oh, oh, oh god, Logan!” she cried, as climax again took her willing body.

  Thrusting through the vise-like clasp of her slick, heated flesh, Logan burst, bathing her inner walls with the creamy warmth of his cum. He groaned as his cock jerked with each forceful jet of seed.

  Totally satiated, all movement stilled as they melted together, a relaxed and loose tangle of bodies and limbs.

  “Definitely fun,” Bryn murmured.

  Logan gave a soft snort of laughter. With a groan he rose and set Bryn on her feet. They stood together, swaying unsteadily.

  “Are you going to get dressed?” he asked her.

  “Nope,” she answered succinctly, bending down to gather assorted pieces of clothing in her arms. Walking away with an uncoordinated wobble, Bryn stopped and looked back. “Are you coming?”

  “Not yet,” he leered, his eyes trained on the luscious mounds of her backside. “But keep walking, babe. I’ll be ready again by the time we get upstairs.”

  “Ass,” she commented, giving him a level stare. She turned away and continued out of the room. Secretly pleased by her effect on him, a satisfied smile curved her lips.

  Logan grinned. “Exactly,” he murmured, his gaze following the hypnotic movements of her bottom. He eagerly followed her up the stairs.

  * * * * *

  A couple of days later, Bryn’s sister Hayley arrived. She took a plane as far as Hibbing and insisted on renting a car and driving herself the rest of the way to Whispering Springs.

  “She’s very independent,” Bryn revealed to Logan, as she tried to explain Hayley’s refusal to let them pick her up at the airport.

  “Personally, I think she just wants to have a vehicle handy so she can make a quick getaway,” Logan theorized with a smile.

  Hayley arrived late in the afternoon. Bryn sprinted out of the house to meet her and they squealed with delight, hugging each other warmly. They hadn’t seen each other since the traditional family Christmas gathering at their parents’ home eight months earlier, and had a lot of catching up to do.

  Logan lounged in the doorway, giving them privacy, studying Bryn’s sister curiously. The resemblance was unmistakable.

  Bryn looked around for Logan and motioned him to them. Hayley studied Logan in turn and found him to be all Bryn had described. It seemed her sister had really hit the jackpot. Logan was a hunk, Hayley thought with a frisson of envy. She mentally chastised herself as she looked at Bryn. Her sister’s face shone with happiness as she watched Logan’s approach. Anyone who could heal the wounds that Jeffrey-the-asshole had inflicted on her beloved sister was worthy of her respect and affection. Hayley was determined not to be jealous of her sister’s good fortune. Even though her own relationship had just ended up in the crapper.

  Bryn introduced them and they exchanged polite greetings. “Bryn didn’t exaggerate,” Hayley began after shaking Logan’s hand, “you are a big man.”

  Logan stilled, at a loss, not sure how to respond to her comment.

  Hayley’s face flushed and Bryn burst out laughing.

  Grinning, Hayley apologized, “I’m sorry, Logan, that didn’t sound quite right. My mouth has a tendency to blurt things out before my head can measure the consequences and uh, head it off, in a manner of speaking.” She shook her head at her own garbled explanation, but continued on gamely. “What I meant to say is you’re tall and when you shook my hand I noticed how large your hands are and—I’m going to stop right there before I get myself into any more trouble!”

  Logan returned her grin. “I understand perfectly.” He put his arm around Bryn and told her, “You were right, I like her.”

  Hayley heaved a heartfelt sigh of relief. “Whew!”

  Logan laughed. “Come on, let’s get your stuff in the house and get you settled.”

  Chapter Ten

  Later that night, Bryn and Logan were relaxing in the den, after sharing a meal with Hayley, Clare and Brian at O’Neal’s.

  Hayley had retired to bed, the combination of travel and the late night having finally caught up with her. Despite her night owl habits she was sound asleep.

  Logan had persuaded Bryn, without too much trouble that tonight would be a good night for their first run together. With that in mind, they passed some time in the den, content with each other’s company as they gave Hayley time to settle in and get to sleep.

  Logan’s hands began to wander, one settling on her stomach, rubbing suggestively, the other cupping the full globe of one breast, causing her to wiggle as she leaned back against him.

  “You’re dangerous,” she told him, placing her hands over his to still his movements. “It seems so strange to think there was a time that I avoided you like the plague. Now you’re familiar, and so very beloved.”

  She angled her head back and their lips met in a deep, soul-searing kiss.

  “As are you, my sweet little bitch,” he murmured against her lips.

  “Hey!” Bryn protested.

  “Well…you are a female werewolf, sweetheart,” Logan explained, as he nibbled her earlobe, causing a quick shudder of pleasure.

  “Speaking of bitch,” Bryn changed the subject, “has anyone heard from Lillian or Reece?”

  “No. I imagine Reece is still ah, impressing his new position on Lillian,” Logan quipped with a laugh.

  Bryn chuckled. “Is that what you call it?”

  “Oh yeah,” Logan replied. “And whether he’s behind her or in front of her, he’ll definitely be the man on top.” He returned to nuzzling Bryn’s ear, his tongue tracing the stylized whorls. “I’ve got a new position I’m eager to try with you,” he teased.

  Bryn’s lips curved in a naughty smile. “And what might that be?” she asked, as her heart beat faster.

  Logan whispered in her ear as Bryn’s eyes grew wider.

  “I’ve read about that, but you’re so big, it wouldn’t fit there, would it?” she asked, intrigued and apprehensive at the same time.

  “With a lot of lube—which I bought today by the way—and a lot of patience, it’ll fit.” He massaged her shoulders soothingly. “We’ll take it real slow and careful. Want to try when we get back?”

  Seriously considering, Bryn nodded her consent. “I’ve been curious about that,” she admitted.

  “That’s another thing I love about you,” Logan revealed, as he rose and pulled her into his arms. “There’s always something going on in that busy brain of yours.” He kissed her forehead, her nose, and then her lips. “Are you ready to go?”

  Bryn nodded with a smile of anticipation. Her first time outside as a wolf. She almost trembled with the excitement.

  Logan took her hand and they walked silently through the house into the kitchen, and let themselves out the back door. The moon was almost full, an ethereal, silvery disk in the midnight sky. They walked across the lawn and followed the path for a short distance before stopping to undress.

  They regarded each other intently as they disrobed. Their eyes glowed and sparked with mutual excitement. Bryn could see the hard bulge of Logan’s cock as it strained against his as yet unfastened jeans. A low rumbling growl stirred Logan’s throat as Bryn revealed her breasts, the nipples pinched and distended in the cool night air.

  Their heart and breathing rates sped as they quickly completed the task. Struggling to stick with their plan instead of dropping to the ground and taking each other, they stared into each other’s eyes and simultaneously made the change.

  The wolves faced each other, muzzles extended in greeting as their noses touched. The larger male whirled and began to run, veering away from the path to angle deeper into the woods. Without hesitation the smaller female followed.

  Bryn was amazed. Her body worked with smooth, instinctive grace as she followed Logan. Effortlessly she ran, gliding with barely a rustle through the undergrowth. Her vision was so acute, she easily avoided anything that would trip the unaware.

  Her nose twitched as the smells of the night drifted to her. She caught the rich, loamy smell of the earth under her feet as they stirred the rotting leaves of last year’s fall, the tangy scent of pine and juniper from the evergreens. Particularly intriguing were the old and recent scents of deer, rabbit, quail and squirrel. The age-old need to hunt coursed through her veins like wine. Intoxicating, luring.

  They ran until they reached the tall rock formation that gave the pack its name, Iron Tower. There, Logan ascended the leeward side with its gentle slope and stood, enfolded in the night and the gentle glow of moonlight. He raised his muzzle to the sky and howled out his joy of life and mate.

  Bryn felt a quivering pull run through her taut body and she joined in his serenade. The free, wild sound filled the darkness and her heart pounded with exhilaration.

  Logan rejoined her, licking her muzzle, sliding his body close to hers. His growl was filled with praise and satisfaction. He turned and again stretched out, running for the pure joy of it.

  They ended their run at a stream-fed pond that lay in the woods behind the house. Logan changed form and Bryn easily followed suit.

  She threw herself into his arms, laughing joyously as tears ran freely down her cheeks. “It’s amazing, so amazing. I still can’t believe it!”

  “Was it all you hoped for, Bryn?” Logan asked.

  “All and more!” She cupped his precious face in her hands. “Thank you, thank you, Logan. I love you so very much.”

  “No more than I love you, my sweet, wild woman.” His lips captured hers as they sank down into the cool green grass by the pond. “My mate,” he murmured against her lips. “Always.”

  His body covered hers, blanketing her in warmth as his hands and lips worshiped her. Bryn found herself staring into the golden amber glow of his eyes as he prepared to mount her. This was it, this was her dream. This man, her love and her life. This was her reward for trusting the wolf.

  Epilogue

  Hayley was restless. She’d gone to bed and crashed for a couple of hours then woke abruptly, suddenly wide awake. The problem was, she was a night owl, and not used to going to bed so early. That, plus finding herself in an unfamiliar bed, had caused her to wake.

  She went for the book she’d stashed in one of her bags, deciding a little romance and intrigue would be the very thing. As she crossed the floor, a board creaked underfoot. She paused and heard a scrabbling noise and some muffled laughter from down the hall. Apparently Bryn and Logan were just making their way to bed.

  Hayley picked up the book, absently staring at it as her mind considered Bryn and Logan. Her smile was somewhat sad as she thought about her own lack of a love life. Why could she never meet the right guy? She focused on the book, and decided it wouldn’t do. Quietly dressing, she walked softly down the hall, descended the stairs and made her way through the darkened house with the aid of the little flashlight she always carried on her keychain. The kitchen was just ahead, and if she remembered correctly there was a door that led out into the backyard.

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