by CarrieKelly
She blushed as he climbed into bed next to her. Although it was a queen, his frame hogged more of it than she was used to, and Ewan wrapped his strong arms around her from behind, like she was nothing more than a doll.
“What are you doing?” she asked and wriggled in his iron-like grip.
“Keeping you safe, Evangeline.” His lips brushed her neck as he spoke, and she froze.
His body melted against hers, and the fatigue washed over her. She closed her eyes, willing her body to pull away, but his hold was too comfortable and safe. How could he do that to her when they’d only just met?
“Let go,” she mumbled.
Ewan’s grip tightened, and Eva knew he felt all the bulges and fat she tried to hid under her expensive clothes.
“How can I keep you safe if I let go?” he asked.
Her fleshy ass pressed against his length, slowly hardening, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Was he going to fuck her?
“What are you going to do to me?” she breathed.
His fingers griped her jaw and he leaned over her. His blue eyes shone in the darkness.
“Keep you safe, lass. I’ll always keep you safe.”
Then his lips brushed hers with the faintest of touches. Eva sighed as the butterflies flitted around in her stomach. She was too exhausted to deal with any of this at the moment. In the morning, she’d do something about it, she thought right before she drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Ewan stood by the window when Eva woke up. She blinked at his shirtless form and frowned. All the cuts and bruises from the day before where gone. Healed. How was that possible, unless she hadn’t seen them properly to begin with?
“Morning, lass. It’s a beautiful day for a beautiful woman.”
She ran a hand through her hair, which was a mess, she knew and frowned. Usually she’d ask for coffee, but after the steak and cake the night before, she didn’t want to seem like a pig. Not when he already thought she enjoyed food too much.
She picked up her phone, but the tour agency hadn’t called her back yet. What was taking them so long?
“Would you like breakfast in bed or at a café?” Ewan asked and smiled at her.
“Café. Isn’t that how the Parisians do it?” she said and climbed out of bed, pulling down her pajamas so they drowned her.
He was suddenly standing right in front of her, huge and bulking. His musk stung her nose and she wanted to run her fingers over his muscles, but that wasn’t a good idea. Giving in to his allure would only hurt her in the end.
“Let me wash up,” she breathed and retreated to the bathroom.
After she washed and dressed, Ewan took her out on the town. They ate at a charming café, where he ordered pastries and coffee – things Eva wouldn’t dream of eating normally. But her tour guide had a way of talking her into it. Was he some kind of weirdo with a food fetish? She frowned at the thought.
The rest of the day felt like a whirlwind. He took her to the Moulin Rouge and Notre-Dame. They rode a boat down the Seine, and wandered through little cobblestone streets looking at shops of all sorts.
Ewan insisted on holding her camera, and he took pictures of her at every turn. At least her mother would know what she’d been up to, Eva thought bitterly, and smiled as she posed in front of the Arc de Triomphe.
He even took photos of the two of them together, their cheeks pressed against one another, like lovers did. That would make her friends back home curious, but Eva found it difficult to care about that at the moment.
Paris and Ewan swept her up in a current of beauty, and she let herself be swept away with it.
“Was that a good first day in the city of love?” Ewan asked as they wandered back to their hotel after dinner.
The butter soaked fish had been divine, but she dreaded to think how many damn calories was in it. It’s my vacation, she reminded herself. “Yes. Surprisingly.”
He chuckled. “And why is that a surprise, lass?”
She shrugged. “After last night I wasn’t sure what to make of you. I mean, you don’t act like a normal tour guide most of the time.”
The kiss the night before came to mind, and she pushed it aside. He hadn’t tried to kiss her again during the day. Maybe that was just the wine talking. No way Ewan McLane wanted to kiss Eva when he was sober.
“Oh, and how am I not normal?”
When she thought of him canceling her reservations, it still stung. “Well, you changed my hotel reservations. You order all my meals, regardless of what I want. And you fought a crazy bum in a dark alley!” Her cheeks flushed when she thought of how he’d held her the night before. She didn’t bring that up.
“That’s it?” he asked and leaned into her.
His proximity took her breath away. “Most tour guides are supposed to do what the client wants, right? You don’t do that.”
Ewan smiled and his teeth glinted in the street lamps. “Calling yourself a client makes our relationship seem a little distant, lass. I think you’re far more than that.”
Eva’s cheeks felt like they were on fire. “And what I am? I hired you for a job. That makes me a client and you a--”
Suddenly, Ewan growled into the shadows. His fingers dug into her shoulders, and Eva’s words died in her throat.
The bum from the night before stepped out of the alley. Only this time he wasn’t alone. Two other men flanked him, and they were just as dirty and greasy as the original bastard.
“Didn’t learn your lesson, I see,” Ewan grumbled and stepped in front of her.
The men shouted something in French and spread out. How the hell was he supposed to protect her from three men instead of just one? Ewan might be strong, but these guys had the advantage of greater numbers.
Eva pressed herself against the wall. The bricks were cold on her back, even through her coat, and she took a shallow breath of the cool fall air. In front of her, Ewan rolled his shoulders and braced his legs, like he was preparing for the attack.
“We can escape,” she whispered.
He shook his head. “No. But this might get ugly, lass. Promise me you won’t run, no matter what. I can’t protect you if you run, Evangeline,” he said.
She didn’t know what to say. Why should he promise not to run when it might save their lives. Was he trying to impress her? No. He didn’t have to impress anyone.
Then the three men attacked. They piled on Ewan with teeth bared and their hands curled like claws. He toppled under the weight, and the bum from the night before leapt at Eva, his stinking form pinning her to the wall.
She squealed and slammed her purse into his crooked nose, but his head barely moved at the assault.
His greasy fingers roamed up her legs, squeezing her fleshy thighs in his hold. He growled something she didn’t understand, and his eyes glowed.
Eva screamed.
Then a beast ripped the man off of her. A huge, pale wolf sunk its fangs into the bum’s leg and tore into the flesh. The man screamed and turned around.
Was she imagining this? Were the hell was Ewan?
Eva looked around the street. The two other bums were bloody and stirring on the ground, and the one who’d attacked her limped badly. Then, all three men bent and shifted. Their human limbs fell away and in place stood three wolves.
They attacked the one who’d saved her, but he was larger than any one of them. His great head pushed them aside. His fangs shredded their fur and his claws ripped their flesh. There was so much blood, it stung Eva’s nose.
She screamed again and ran, Ewan’s words forgotten.
The cold air burned her lungs as she charged down the street. She turned into alleys, broke onto a new street, but she couldn’t find anyone. It was as if all of Paris was deserted. Or maybe it was just this neighborhood.
Sobs rocked her entire body, and she ducked against a wall and fought to catch her breath. “Ewan,” she whispered into the night. “Where are you?”
Something snarled from the darkness, and she
whipped her head around.
Eyes glowed in the shadows, and the wolf jumped out and brought her to the ground. It lapped at her face with its rough tongue and its claws ripped at her clothes. She wanted to push it off, but she was frozen in fear. This creature could kill her!
And why were there wolves in Paris?
It opened its mouth, ready to bite her, when the pale wolf lunged at it. They rolled off Eva and across the ground. She scrambled to sit up, and caught the pale wolf as he bit into the other ones throat. Blood spilled over the cobblestones, and Eva screamed for the third time.
Then the pale wolf looked at her. It had blue eyes that shone in the darkness, and as it stepped toward her, the wolf form shifted back into Ewan.
He stood naked in front of her and held out his bloody hand. “I told you not to run, lass. They like a chase.”
Eva leaned against the wall for support and stood up, not taking his hand. She didn’t know what to say or what to think. Her tour guide turned into a werewolf. How often did something like that happen?
“I – I have to go,” she cried and ran again.
She had to get away from him. He just killed a man – and he was a werewolf!
But what was she supposed to do? Go to the police? They’d think she was crazy?
Eva stumbled over the cobblestones and fumbled for her phone. It slipped out of her sweaty palms three times before she finally got a firm grip on it. Just as she was getting ready to call someone, Ewan grabbed her from behind.
“That’s not going to do you any good, lass. I told you we like a good chase,” he growled and turned her around.
Eva’s breath caught in her throat and she stared at the man in front of her. His bare chest heaved and he flicked his tongue over his lips.
“Let me go,” she whimpered.
“Not when I have you like this. I said I’d protect you, Evangeline, and I did,” he said and his mouth brushed hers.
The touch wet her pussy and sent her stomach into a flutter of desire, but she shouldn’t feel that way after what he did. Plus, he was a werewolf!
“Those men,” she started, and his eyes hardened. His hands grasped her shoulders so hard they’d probably bruise.
“Those wolves where trying to rape you, claim as their own. I saved you from them – unless that’s what you wanted.”
Eva shook her head. She didn’t want any of those dirty homeless men, but that didn’t mean she wanted them dead either. She struggled under his hands, but his grip only tightened on her.
“You riled up the wolf, lass,” Ewan growled and his breath misted in the air. “I’m don’t think I can control it now. You made it hard enough to control in the first place.”
What was he talking about? Eva shook her head. “Please. Don’t hurt me,” she said and shuttered under his touch.
Ewan’s lips trailed down her neck, kissing and biting her exposed flesh with hunger. “Hurt you? I wouldn’t dream of it. I need you, Evangeline. I’ve always needed you.”
Always? What did he mean? She didn’t have the breath to ask him. When she tried to push him away, his chest felt like a solid wall of muscle, and he didn’t move an inch.
Then his fingers wound off her arms and gripped her thighs instead. She wiggled under him, but his body held her firmly against the wall. No matter what she did she couldn’t budge. She felt his hardened cock pressing against her upper hip and squeezed her eyes shut. What was Ewan going to do to her?
One hand trailed around to her ass while the other lifted her skirt. She pressed her thighs together, but his hands were so strong. Then a blunt finger traced her clit, still covered by her panties, and Eva moaned.
“Ewan, stop,” she begged and struggled to free herself, but he didn’t relent. And every time she moved his finger flitted over her sensitive flesh, wetting her further.
“But you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” he breathed into her neck.
Then his lips pressed to hers and the whole world seemed to catch fire and burn with the passion that arose from his kiss. She groaned, and his digit pushed aside her panties and explored her depths, slipping into her cunt with a suddenness that took her breath away.
Her walls pulsed around him, and his tongue pressed inside her mouth. She couldn’t fight him off any longer, werewolf or not. His entire being seemed to wrap her in desire, and she couldn’t pull free.
He pulled back from the kiss and smiled, his sharp teeth glinting. Then Ewan fell to his knees.
“What are you doing?” she gasped as he yanked down her soaked panties.
“I need to taste you, Evangeline. I’ve dreamt of it for so long.”
Her mind fogged, but she couldn’t form a question as his hands spread her legs and his tongue explored her clit. Every taste tickled the passion burning in her bones, and she moaned and writhed. She dug her fingers into his hair. The coolness of the wall on her back was the only thing that kept her braced in reality.
She was in Paris and a werewolf, a gorgeous werewolf, was pleasuring her in ways most men didn’t. Anyone could walk by and find them. Anyone could see them. Paris might be the city of love, but this was ridiculous.
He felt the fat on her thighs, she thought, but there wasn’t anything Eva could do about that now.
Ewan groaned and his hot tongue flicked and tasted her with an urgency she’d never known. His hands dug into her hips, like he was trying to pull her closer.
The little ball of pleasure exploded across her body with one final lick. She moaned, and took gasping breaths. Her legs felt weak, like they might give out at any moment, and she stared at Ewan as he climbed back to his feet and wrapped his powerful arms around her.
Her whole body twitched with the orgasm.
His cock stood fully erect.
“You look tired,” he mused with a smirk. “Let’s get you home, lass.”
Eva nodded.
* * *
She sat up in bed the next morning with a start. The dim gray outline of the window lit up behind the curtains, and Ewan stood in front of the kitchenette. Something sizzled on the stove, and the scent of coffee and fresh bread filled the air.
The night before seemed like some kind of dream. Was she really chased by werewolves? Had her tour guide really killed three men then pleasured her in an alley?
“Morning, lass,” Ewan said and smiled.
Boxers hung off his hips, and the outline of his bulge was apparent beneath them. He held a spatula in his hand. She noticed the table was set for two, with a little vase of flowers in the middle.
He was totally clean, and so was she. She remembered showering the night before and going straight to sleep, once again wrapped in Ewan’s strong arms.
“Sleep well?” he asked.
Eva nodded and went to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face and slapped herself in the cheeks. Maybe it was all some strange dream brought on by exhaustion. She’d been working herself to the bone before she flew to Paris, and she hadn’t really relaxed since she got here. But the events of the night before became clearer the more she focused on them.
Ewan was a werewolf.
And he saved her.
Why?
He knocked on the door, and she jumped.
“Breakfast is ready,” he said.
Eva looked at her reflection. She looked better rested than usual. The bags below her eyes were almost gone, but her dark hair was a mess. She ran her fingers though it and braided it quickly before stepping out to meet him.
Ewan sat at the table, digging into his food.
She crossed her arms and glanced at the door. That was her only escape if he attacked her. Hopefully this neighborhood was livelier during the day than it was at night. If he wasn’t going to say anything about what happened, she would.
“You’re a werewolf,” she said.
He raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “You caught me. I am a werewolf. Are you going to sit down and eat?”
Eva shook her head. Hearing him say it was the final
blow. “How can I sit down and eat with a werewolf?”
“You didn’t seem to have a problem with it yesterday or the day before that. Come along. Before it gets cold. I’m not going to bite,” he said with a smirk.
Her stomach rumbled, and the food did smell good. Plus, he hadn’t hurt her, quite the opposite. She sat and took a slow bite of eggs.
He watched her intently. “Do you like it, Evangeline?”
She nodded and took a long sip of coffee. She needed it for this conversation. “Well. Are you going to explain yourself?”
“Explain what?” he asked as he crunched on bacon.
“Why are you a werewolf? Why did you protect me? What’s going on?” she said around each bite of food. Whatever his downfalls, Ewan was a good cook.
He smiled. “I was turned into a werewolf at sixteen. It’s a long story. I protected you because I wanted to – no, I need to. And what do you mean by ‘what’s going on?’”
He needed to protect her? She flushed and took a piece of bread. Butter dripped from it, but she didn’t care at the moment. “Why did those men attack us? Why did you kill them?”
Ewan sighed. “They were after you, lass, not us. They smelled that divine scent of yours and couldn’t help themselves. They wanted to mate with you. I killed them because it’s the only way to stop a wolf once he has his heart set on something. Do you wish I hadn’t?”
Eva didn’t know what to say. If those men were just going to keep attacking her, she didn’t want that. But to wish them dead. “Were they criminals? Bad ones?”
Ewan nodded, his face somber. “Yes. They were the type that drowned kittens and burned down orphanages. And they were going to rape you. Is that bad enough?”
She scowled at him. He wasn’t serious about the kittens and orphans, but those men did attack her. “Fine. I don’t hold it against you.”
“How kind of you,” he said with a nod of his head.
Eva didn’t say anything about the rest of the night. His body pinning her to the wall, or his mouth pleasuring her in ways she’d never dreamed. He felt her fat thighs and stomach by now. Why wasn’t he disgusted and pushing her aside? What more could he possibly want?
