TheWolfInside

by CarrieKelly

  Then something he’d said earlier sparked in her mind. She chewed the rest of her breakfast without tasting it. Those men wanted to mate with her? Did that mean –

  “Does mate mean what I think it means? They wanted to get me pregnant with werewolf puppies? Why?”

  Ewan smiled and his eyes glowed. “Because you’re a very special woman, Eva. You’re the kind of woman wolves need to mate with, and you’re so very rare. We can smell it on you right off, and it’s absolutely wonderful.”

  She flushed and pushed aside her plate. “So more werewolves are going to attack me? More are going to want to mate with me?”

  A shadow seemed to fall over Ewan’s face, and he nodded. “Yes. More will come. More always come, but that’s what I’m for. I’m here to protect you from them, Evangeline.”

  She didn’t ask the next question that pricked on the tip of her tongue. Did Ewan want to mate with her? He was a werewolf and he noticed her scent, whatever it was, but that didn’t mean he wanted her the way the ones he’d killed had.

  “How come this never happened back in New York?” she asked instead.

  Ewan smiled. “Maybe there aren’t any wolves in that big city. Or maybe someone was protecting you on the other side of the pond.”

  She rolled her eyes. None of the men she dated wanted to protect her. They weren’t the type. “I think I’d have noticed. No one in New York is anything like you.”

  He finished the last piece of bacon and changed the subject. “How about the Eiffel Tower today, lass? Or would you prefer the Louver?”

  “Now you ask me what I want to do? Will you actually listen to me?”

  “That depends on if it’s safe or not,” he said and gathered the dishes.

  Eva huffed. “This neighborhood is safe? There wasn’t anyone around last night.”

  He set the dishes down with a clink and turned around. His chest heaved like he was breathless. “If there were people around I couldn’t protect you like I need to. That’s why you can’t stay in the Hyatt. But you can choose where you’d like to go today.”

  Her cheeks flushed. A werewolf running around an upscale hotel was bound to bring attention to itself, she realized. “The Eiffel Tower then.”

  Ewan nodded.

  After they dressed, he took her to Paris’s most famous landmark. It wasn’t as tall as she expected, but Eva didn’t say so. He might call her ungrateful for it. They rode the elevator to the top, and she took a sharp breath. The cold air stung her lungs, and Ewan’s powerful arms embraced her from behind.

  She stiffened in his hold.

  “It’s beautiful, isn’t it,” he whispered and his breath brushed her ear. Shivers of lust ran through her body at his touch.

  Paris spread out before them. The fall air made everything seem sharp and clear. Even with the gray sky above, the city looked perfect.

  She sighed. “Yes. It is.”

  They stood like that for a long time, and Ewan’s fingers dug into her skin, even though she sucked in her stomach as best she could. Why did he insist upon holding her like that? His hot breath blew her hair, and she relaxed into his warm grip.

  After what seemed like hours, he let go and snapped a picture of her.

  “Beautiful,” he muttered and licked his lips.

  Eva shook her head. “You don’t have to humor me just because. . . .”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Because what?”

  “Because you're my tour guide. And a werewolf,” she whispered the last part.

  He smiled. “I’m not humoring you, lass. Not at all. And it has very little to do with my animal side.”

  Very little didn’t mean nothing, she thought and walked toward the elevator. When they got back to the ground, he took her to a little café for an early dinner. She drank more wine and ate more delicious food that would just end up on her hips, but arguing with Ewan didn’t seem to help. Plus, France didn’t have any low-fat menus.

  How were all the Parisian women so slim? Eva wondered as her phone rang. She glanced at her cell. The tour agency were finally getting back to her. They certainly took their damn time! She answered.

  “Ms. Barns?” a woman said.

  Ewan raised an eyebrow.

  “Yes,” Eva said. “I called you over a day ago.”

  “We’re very sorry for the delay, but we had word you cancelled your trip.”

  The blood rushed from her cheeks. “What? I did no such thing. I’m in Paris right now!”

  The woman on the other end sighed. “Yes, about that. We don’t have a Ewan McLane working for us. If he said he’s your tour guide, he’s lying. You should contact the French police right away. I can contact them for you if you’d like--”

  Ewan took the phone from her hands and clicked ‘end.’ “That’s enough of that. I hoped you wouldn’t be nosy, lass, but I should’ve known.”

  Eva stared at him. Her hands shook, and her eyes widened. How did he know her name? How did he know when she was coming into the city? If Ewan wasn’t one of the tour guides, who happened to be a werewolf, who was he?

  “Get away from me,” she said and stood up.

  The patrons at the café glanced at her like she was crazy.

  Ewan smiled. “Calm down and we can talk about this. I need to explain something to you. Please, Evangeline. It’s important.”

  At the moment, she didn’t care what he had to say. Almost everything he told her was a lie. She shook her head. “Don’t you have to pay for our food?”

  As Ewan reached for his wallet, she ran. He still had her phone, but she couldn’t do anything about that. She surged with the people of the streets, ducking between the crowd, and held out her hand for a taxi. To her relief, one stopped and she jumped inside and slammed the door.

  Shit! Where was she supposed to go? “Um, Notre-Dame,” she mumbled.

  The cabbie muttered something in French and drove.

  Eva took a sigh of relief, then the panic struck her. She needed to get the U.S. embassy and tell them what happened. Well, she couldn’t tell them Ewan was a werewolf, but she could tell them everything else he did. He was a murderer, after all.

  Although, he did that to protect her, Eva reminded herself with a frown.

  They got to Notre-Dame quicker than she imagined, and she paid the driver and climbed out. A gentle fall of rain started, and she pulled up her collar and walked briskly down the street, avoiding everyone’s eyes. The sky darkened with the rain and the streetlamps came to life.

  In no time at all, she was lost.

  Great. She needed another cab to take her to the embassy now. Hopefully, Ewan wouldn’t find her beforehand.

  “I told you not to run from me, lass,” someone growled from behind her.

  Ewan!

  She took a startled breath and ran.

  Her legs ached and her heart felt like it might explode. His feet pounded behind her, gaining on her, and there was nothing she could do. He was faster. He was stronger. She couldn’t get away from him.

  Then he caught her and whipped her around. His teeth were bared and sharp, and his fingers dug into her arms like claws. “You’ve done it now, Evangeline. Do you want to wake the animal inside me like this?”

  His words didn’t make sense. She struggled in his grasp, and opened her mouth to scream, but he stifled it with his own. Hot lips melted into hers, and her body surged with lust at the touch.

  Why did she like this? He was a liar and a wolf!

  “What are you going to do?” she gasped when he pulled away.

  Ewan only answered her with a growl. Then he gathered her in his strong, muscular arms, and ran. She gripped onto him and screamed. He was faster than any man should be. It was like his feet didn’t need to touch the ground. The lights of Paris flew by so quickly they blurred, and in no time at all, he burst in the door of their hotel room.

  Eva trembled as he set her down. She backed away from him, but he blocked the only exit. What was she supposed to do now?

  “Ple
ase, don’t hurt me.”

  His eyes glowed. “Hurt you? I said I would never hurt you, Evangeline. But you just keep running away,” he said and took a step toward her.

  She shook her head. “You aren’t really my tour guide. Who are you?”

  His teeth sharped. “I’m the alpha destined to protect you, lass.”

  He kept saying that, but it didn’t make sense. “Why? Why you?”

  Ewan gritted his teeth. “Because your father appointed me to the task, right before he died. He knew what you were and needed to protect you. That’s why I’m here.”

  “Father?” she mumbled. Her memories of him were slight. He’d died when she was so young, all she remembered were his strong hands and that kind smile. Then it was gone and she was left with her mother and stepfather.

  Ewan towered over her and his chest heaved into her own. His hands dug into her hips, wetting her pussy with need. “Yes. But all that changes now.”

  “Why?”

  His lips hovered over hers, and his thick musk filled her nose. “Because I can’t stop myself from what I’m about to do,” he snarled.

  Eva opened her mouth to protest, but Ewan’s kiss silenced her a second time. His heat engulfed her very being, and his hot tongue probed inside her mouth. Hands ripped her dress to shreds, like the material wasn’t there at all. His sharp claws scratched at her fleshy body, nearly breaking the skin.

  She pulled away and stared into his shining blue eyes. “Ewan,” she gasped as his mouth trailed over her neck, licking and biting her skin until her whole body burned.

  His lips found an exposed nipple and he suckled. The shocks of delight weakened Eva’s knees.

  Then he yanked down her panties and pushed her onto the bed. She fell with an oomph, and scooted back. But it was no use. She couldn’t escape.

  He shed his own clothes, crawled over her and growled.

  “What are you doing?” she managed.

  Ewan didn’t answer with words. His hands spread her thighs as his mouth lowered to her breasts. His thick, talented fingers flitted across her clit, exciting it like he had the night before. She groaned and pushed at his head.

  She shouldn’t like this. Not when he was a werewolf. Not when he attacked her like this!

  “So wet. So perfect,” he breathed.

  The stiff length of his cock pressed into her thigh, and she struggled to close her legs. Was he going to fuck her? At least the room was dark so he couldn’t see her exposed flesh, ugly and dimply.

  His lips ravished her, lapping at her neck and meeting her mouth once again. She moaned into the kiss as his fingers probed her depths. When he pulled them free, she gasped.

  He was going to do it!

  “Don’t,” Eva begged, though she didn’t know why. Ewan was gorgeous, but men always left after they got what they wanted. She suddenly realized she didn’t want him to leave too.

  Ewan growled and thrust his thick shaft inside.

  She gasped at the size of it, filling her to the brim. Her walls pulsed around it, and he thrust again, deep and sure. Strong hands gripped her hips and he kissed her. The relentless pleasure drowned her. She gripped the sheets, gasping for breath. Wave after wave of desire scorched through her veins.

  “Your mine,” Ewan groaned, thrusting harder.

  “Yes,” she muttered and grasped his back. Her body gave in, while her mind fought to push the sensation away. But she couldn’t.

  His skin was slick with sweat, and she needed him closer. As close as he could be.

  “Mine forever,” he said.

  Another trust and the world lit up with fireworks. The orgasm slammed into her, shaking the her to the bones. She writhed and moaned, digging her fingers into his back. His kiss engulfed her as the heat flooded her pussy. His hot load emptied inside, and for the first time in her life, Eva felt complete.

  Ewan’s body stiffened, and he collapsed on her. His weight, the thick muscles of his chest, held her safe. Her eyes fluttered open. When he looked at her, the fangs where gone and his eyes no longer shone.

  After what felt like hours, he leaned off her and pulled her body into his with a powerful arm. The bulging bicep pillowed her head. Even pressed against him like that, she couldn’t relax entirely. He would probably make up an excuse to leave her in the morning. Or, he’d just disappear. What men said during sex didn’t mean anything. How they acted afterward is what mattered the most – and men always left Eva.

  “I’m sorry,” Ewan said suddenly.

  Her stomach dropped. This was it. She sat perfectly still.

  “I should’ve controlled myself, but it’s impossible around you. I can’t fight the beast within me when I’m wrapped in your spell.”

  She pulled out of his arms and glared into the shadows. It was dark enough he couldn’t see the tears pricking the corner of her eyes. “That’s a first. Don’t forget your toothbrush on the way out.”

  He gripped her wrist and forced Eva back into his strong arms. His lips brushed her forehead. “I’m not going anywhere, Evangeline. You can’t get rid of me that easily. Not when I’m your alpha wolf.”

  She couldn’t believe him. “What does that even mean?”

  He sighed. “What I’ve already said. I’ll protect you from other wolves. From all other wolves, no matter what.”

  “How do you know other wolves will come after me?” she asked.

  He sat very still. “They’ll come for you. None of us can help it. You’re . . . special, Evangeline. Very special.”

  It sounded like a line, and she wasn’t going to buy it. Not from a werewolf like Ewan, but there was no use ruining a good thing, while it lasted. She just wouldn’t fall in love with him. That way when he left, she’d just get over it.

  “What about the rest of my trip?” she asked to change the subject.

  Ewan chuckled. “Oh, we’re off to Italy next, lass. I think you’ll like it just as much as you enjoyed Paris. I know I will, as long as I’m by your side.”

  His words sent a shiver through her body, and she finally relaxed in his arms and closed her eyes.

  Italy with Ewan.

  Eva could handle that.

  Red and the Wolf Pack

  I should have known something was weird about Frank from the get go. His appearance was totally sudden, and ever since I met him he had this really controlling streak- like he always wanted to know where I was and what I was doing. He just showed up one day- the day after I found a wounded wolf in the woods outside my grandma’s house. The poor thing stumbled into a wild rose bush and was covered in thorns. I got most of the stickers out, cutting up my hands in the process, but it never once snipped at. I was going to bring it something to eat, but when I got back to the woods the wolf was gone. Instead, I met Frank- my mom’s new co-worker.

  As a fourteen year old I just thought he was an asshole and wanted my mom to find new friends. It didn’t matter that he was younger than her by about ten years and pretty damn hot. I mean, my mom was in her mid thirties at the time and Frank only looked like he was twenty something. It’s not like they even dated- they were just friends and stuff, but he was always around.

  Then mom died in the accident when I was sixteen and things got even weirder- if that’s possible. All these guys who Frank claimed were his friends started hanging around all the time. Throughout high school I swear they were at our apartment everyday. I couldn’t get away because I don’t know who my dad is, and Frank was the only person willing to help me out.

  Finally, I went to college, but I don’t feel like I’m really free. I swear Frank’s friends are still around, following me from the campus to my apartment every single day. Whenever I go out in public I feel their eyes burning into my skin and sending little prickles up my back. Sometimes I see them and sometimes I don’t, but I know they’re there. What they hell do those freaks want? Today, I’m going to find out.

  Instead of walking my normal route home I pull my red hoodie over my hair to keep off the rain and cut th
rough the park. Huge moss covered trees tower above me as I wander down the trail. As soon as I’m away from the road I hear the steady sound of feet behind me. Yeah. It has got to be one of Frank’s goons following me around like I’m some helpless little girl. Well, I took self-defense so I’m not totally helpless! Sure, guys seem to like my curvy figure and my long red hair, but I can take care of myself thank you very much.

  I wouldn’t mind being followed if they actually tried to talk to me. Frank’s friends are just like him- hot and younger looking than they’re supposed to be. Now all in their late twenties or early thirties the men don’t seem to have aged a day since I first met them. Like I said. Weird!

  Quickly, I duck behind a tree and wait for my stalker to reveal himself. After a few minutes Joe sneaks down the path; his dark hair and flannel coat flecked with moisture from the light rain. Suddenly, he stops and looks around, sniffing the air like some kind of dog. What the hell? He moves towards the tree I’m hiding behind. Shit! How did he find me? Instead of getting caught like a stupid little girl, I jump out.

  “Red, why are you hiding back there?” he asks. Red’s just a nickname because of my hair, but it stuck so no one ever calls me by my real name anymore.

  I hold out my fist. “How about I ask you that? Why are you following me around school? I want answers.”

  Joe frowns, his full lips turning into a pout. He’s got straight-laced good looks with dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes, but I’m not going to be fooled by him. Not a chance in hell! “I was just on a walk.”

  “All the way from the campus? Why didn’t you say hi?”

  He might be hot, but he’s a terrible liar. “Look, I can’t say. Frank’s orders. Just go home, and I’ll pretend this never happened.”

  “Frank’s orders? Why is he having me followed?” I square my shoulders and try to stare him down.

  Joe shakes his head, his strange eyes reflecting in the shadows of the park.

  “Fine, if you won’t tell me I’ll ask Frank myself!” I say and march away.

  Joe sighs, a low deep grumble in his throat, and keep follows me.