TOL2 Kiss of the Werewolf

by Sedonia Guillone

  His words stoked the heat already blazing in her sex. “I want that, too,” she whispered. She turned and pulled the plug, causing the water to drain rapidly from around their legs.

  Megan took Jie’s towel off the bar and dried his back. Wordlessly, he took it from her hands and did the same for her.

  They stepped out of the tub onto the bathmat and finished drying off. She took both towels, hung them up, and then turned off the bathroom light. She picked up Jie’s hand and led him into the bedroom, closing the bathroom door behind them.

  Pulling back the covers in the dark room, she climbed into the bed and slid over, making room for him. Her entire body hummed with the anticipation of lying in his arms again, her naked body pressed to his. Just the memory of how he’d felt and tasted in her mouth only served to heighten her need.

  Jie climbed into the bed and pulled her against him, spooning the front of his body to her back. He lay quietly, holding her, pressing small kisses to the back of her neck while his hand caressed her hip in slow, sensuous circles. He lifted his lips from her skin. “I’m sorry I frightened you,” he whispered. “You probably thought I’d abandoned you.”

  She sighed, rubbing her hand lightly over his, which came to rest on her hip. Her body was opening and melting from the masculine warmth of his skin and muscles pressed along her back, but she forced herself to remain quiet and not demand anything of him. “I was afraid that maybe you had, but Danny was certain you’d come back. And so was ...” She hesitated on the word, afraid to mention him.

  “The lang ren ... the skinny one,” he finished for her.

  She caught her breath. “How did you know?”

  His hand slid up, gently covering her right breast. “I don’t know how. I just knew.” He squeezed her breast softly, causing her to moan. He fell silent and pressed his lips again to her neck, feathering the tip of his tongue on her skin. He fondled her breast another moment, until her nipple was hard and erect under his fingertips, then slid his touch down her stomach, over her pubic mound, slipping between her lower lips. His fingertips caressed her already swollen clit.

  She let out a heavy breath, parting her legs to give him full access to her inner sex, already swelling and growing slick from desire. “Jie,” she whispered. She loved saying his name.

  Her fervent whisper seemed to rouse him further. He spread her wide open, and the next moment she felt the swollen head of his erection pushing into her.

  She raised her backside until he slid easily all the way in. The satisfying friction released a sigh from her and she gave herself completely over to the delicious sensation of his erection filling her completely.

  In a rhythmic motion, he slid in and out, his hand stealing back up to her breast, caressing it and squeezing it in turns while he showered hot moist kisses on the side of her neck. Once again he lowered his hand down between her legs and rubbed her clitoris while he glided in and out of her.

  She gasped and moved her hips against his, increasing the friction on her clit. Harder and faster he moved until the pressure built and exploded, causing her body to arch against the waves of orgasm plowing through it.

  She went limp against him, and he stopped moving, holding her and caressing her skin. Then he was turning her over, placing his body between her legs, sliding back up into her with possessive yet tender fervor.

  She held on to him, her fingertips digging into the hard muscles of his back. Nothing was quite like having Jie inside her, surrounding her, loving her. She squeezed her muscles around his shaft and moved in a rhythm against him, eager to pleasure him and bring him to the ecstatic place he brought her.

  He took her mouth in a deep kiss and she felt like their souls were joining. She slipped one hand into his hair, the other grasping his hard buttock, feeling the muscles strain as he moved inside her.

  She didn’t know how long they were joined together, the only sounds in the dark room the creaking of the building and their murmurs and sighs of pleasure. In the next moment, she felt his completion, the slight pulsing of his seed spilling inside her. He came and then rested quietly on top of her, his hot breath on her neck.

  She squeezed him tight in her arms, afraid that if she let go of him, he would vanish. Were they so deeply connected that she sensed his innermost thoughts? “Jie,” she whispered.

  He raised his face from her neck and looked down at her in the shadowy darkness. “Yes?”

  “Why do I feel like you’re going to leave me? Is it my own fear, or am I sensing your thoughts?” She dreaded the answer but knew she’d never fall asleep without knowing.

  He sighed deeply and rolled off her onto his back. He stared up into space for what seemed an interminable time.

  Her heart pounded fiercely, and she fought not to push him into answering.

  Finally, he turned to her. “I don’t see how I can stay here with you, Meg, knowing what I’m capable of. I know I would never try to hurt you or Mei, but I don’t trust the beast.”

  She sat bolt upright. “You’re going to leave me?” Her cry rang through the room. No doubt Danny and Dave could hear. “You can’t do that!”

  Jie sat up, his hands out in a pleading gesture. “Meg, do you think I want to leave? I love you. I traveled to the other side of the world to find you and to keep you safe. This is not a choice.”

  “What about the astrology? If I’m your mate, how can you leave?”

  Jie sat back, pushing a hand through his hair. “If I’m your mate, how could I want to endanger you?”

  She crossed her arms, surprising herself with her own zeal. A memory of Ben flashed in her mind, of him telling her he was going to San Francisco even though she wouldn’t leave. She’d felt hurt and cried, but she hadn’t reacted like this, as if losing him was like losing her own life. God, she couldn’t let Jie go!

  A knock sounded on the bathroom door. “Meg?” Danny’s voice sounded on the other side. “Are you all right?”

  “No! Jie wants to leave.”

  The door opened and Danny stood in the doorway, wearing only boxers. Dave loomed behind him. “Yeah, I’m sorry, we couldn’t help but hear. Dave and I had exactly this type of conversation.”

  Jie pushed the sheet up to cover Meg’s breasts.

  Meg looked at Jie while she held the sheet to her front.

  The bedclothes were wrapped around his waist and his head was bowed. “Meg, I’m sorry,” he murmured.

  “Danny! Dave! He won’t listen to me! Tell him he’s wrong!”

  “Dave wanted to leave me for very much the same reason,” Danny said softly. “He thought he would hurt me.”

  Dave hung his arm around Danny, pulling him gently back against him. “I still regret making him feel so afraid about that.” He looked at Jie. “If you love her, you shouldn’t leave.”

  Jie raised his head. To Meg’s surprise, he didn’t seem to feel there was anything wrong or unusual about having two gay, nearly naked men in the bedroom, discussing his woman problem with him. “I don’t know what else to do.”

  “Stay,” Danny said.

  Meg’s tears began to slip from her eyes. She reached up to rub them and felt Jie’s gentle grasp on her wrist. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

  “Your friends are very loyal,” he said softly. “Somehow, I think if I try to leave, they won’t let me.”

  Meg imagined Dave and Danny in their boxers, blocking Jie at the doorway of the apartment. She giggled softly through her tears. “I think you’re right.”

  “Meg,” Jie said softly between heavy breaths, “I want you to marry me, really. I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here with you and teach those classes and help you fight the developers. And then I want to take you to China to meet my godfather. I want him to come back here with us.”

  Meg felt a flicker of hope. “But if you leave me, you can’t do any of those things.”

  Jie looked down again, seeing peripherally that Dave and Danny had softly retreated, closing the door again. They were good
friends and had probably saved his relationship with Meg. He was too hardheaded and stubborn to only have listened to her. Even though he loved her.

  Yes, he loved her. Deeply. Adored her. She’d been chosen by the heavens for him alone. He was being a jerk. “Forgive me,” he said.

  Meg leaned into him, throwing her arms around him. She squeezed him tighter. “Of course I will.”

  He caressed her hair. “I hope you’ll be able to put up with what happens to me each month.”

  Meg lifted away from their embrace, her face radiant. “Hey, I go through a monthly thing too. We can help each other.”

  He chuckled then grew serious. “Meg, maybe you can help me find a ... cure. Perhaps as my mate, your yin will help tame the beast.”

  She smiled. “I’m not sure I want him tame.”

  He put his arms around her, pulling her close. “I’m sorry I frightened you with the threat of leaving. I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s all right, Jie.”

  “I don’t know if I am a good enough man for you, but I don’t want to live without you.”

  She kissed his shoulder. “You’re the best man for me,” she whispered back. “And I don’t even need the stars to tell me.”

  Sedonia Guillone

  Sedonia Guillone lives on the water in Florida in winter and on the rocky coast of Maine in summers with a Renaissance man who paints, writes poetry and tells her she’s the sweetest nymph he’s ever met. When she’s not writing erotic romance, she loves watching spaghetti westerns, cuddling, and eating chocolate.

  Visit Sedonia on the Web at www.sedoniaguillone.com.