Lunewulf 5: In Her Soul

by Lorie O'Clare

  “What is it that you want to know?” If he kept the conversation on business, he stood a better chance of enduring Darla.

  “Everything that you know,” Christopher answered, leaning forward. “Darla. Suck his cock.”

  Darla once again knelt in front of him, placing the glass on the floor by her side. Her fingers brushed over his stomach, her touch gentle while her nails grazed his skin, giving him chills. She rested her hand on the elastic of his pants, looking up at him, searching his expression with those large dark eyes.

  “You don’t have to do this,” he told her gently, wondering how much she understood.

  “She wants to do it.” Christopher answered for her and Adam thought he saw her cower just a bit, her attention gone from his face and intent on her actions.

  “Why is she like this?” Adam was all too aware of her lowering his pants, revealing his cock, her fingers all over it instantly. He hated that he would have to disappoint her and not get hard.

  “Like what?” Christopher sipped at his drink. “A slut? Do you think she could get a job as a secretary?” His words were hard, cold bitterness filling the air while he revealed his inept bitterness that she was the way she was.

  Adam glanced down when she put her full lips over his cockhead. Her tongue darted around him, tasting him. Those extended teeth, dulled from a file, pressed against his sensitive flesh, demanding his attention momentarily. He fought not to suck in a breath. The gentle roughness of her teeth, with the moist softness of those full lips, was a combination made to drive a man wild. Darla was very good at what she was doing.

  He raised his head, needing a distraction. Blood pumped hard through his body while he exerted every bit of his energy to stay focused and not allow her very personal torture session to affect him.

  Glancing across the room at the two human guards, still crumpled on the floor, and then back at Hordan, who sat with a sneer on his face, he wondered when Trudy would show up.

  “When Darla first sucked cock, she did a very bad thing.” His voice seemed to drift through the air. “Accidentally, she bit off the man’s cock.”

  Adam’s heart quit pumping. For a moment he couldn’t breathe. The restraints around his wrists and ankles seemed to tighten. Darla’s gentle caresses suddenly made him feel numb.

  “Well, it proved a wonderful discovery,” Hordan continued. “And since I hate to administer pain, I will simply sit here, enjoying this good whiskey, while you tell me everything that you know. And you get the pleasure of a blow job out of the deal.”

  Christopher Hordan began laughing. His sick sense of humor clogged the air with a putrid smell, leaving a foul taste in Adam’s mouth. Twisting his wrists against the metal, he stared down at Darla. She looked up at him, those oversized dark eyes wide and unblinking while she sucked him into her mouth. Hot moist lips, then dull teeth, taking him in, his shaft disappearing as she consumed him.

  “Tell me the names of pack leaders.” Hordan’s voice turned cold, steely, his animosity chilling the air. “I want names and the city they are located in.”

  “Fuck you.” Adam’s words garbled, the change seeping through him. He couldn’t wait to get his hands around this sick human’s throat.

  Darla ran her fingers up his chest, her thick black hair tickling his groin while she stroked his cock with her mouth. Fire burned through him, her actions having an impact on him while his outrage encouraged the change.

  “You would be surprised how loyal my dear Darla is to me.” Hordan had lowered his voice to a mere whisper, an evil, loathing whisper. “One word from me and she will bite your cock off without giving it a thought.”

  Adam wasn’t sure who screamed first when a sudden explosion filled the air, its crashing sound riveting through him.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  For a second, Adam thought Darla had bitten his cock clear through. Pain riveted through him so quickly it took a moment to realize he was falling. Muscles expanded so quickly through him he barely felt the pain as he ripped through his shackles. Landing on all fours, he lunged at the white ball of fur that attacked Christopher Hordan.

  No! Don’t kill him! He snarled at Trudy, doing his best to try and calm his savage little bitch.

  Much to his surprise, she turned on him, baring her teeth, her long white fangs ready to do deadly damage. Furious or not, Trudy was alive and obviously not injured, which was a damn good thing considering she had just plunged through the living room window sending shattered glass everywhere.

  He wanted to press against her, relish in the feel of her silky coat, assure her that everything was okay. Her rich scent surrounded her, soothing his outrage. She calmed his nerves just knowing she was alive and not captured.

  Still snarling, she circled him, almost as if she needed reassurance that he was okay. He turned, not willing to let her out of his view. Her slender body, the sleekness of her coat when she moved, her intense silver eyes, every bit of her was a sight for sore eyes. She sniffed at his cock, her moist nose rushing life through him faster than he anticipated.

  But then she turned her attention on Darla. The human werewolf had jumped to the side of the room, on her haunches next to one of the unconscious guards. Her long black tail curled up between her legs, covering her shaved pussy, fluttering nervously over her flat tummy. Her long black hair covered most of her nudity, but she had brushed it back from her face, those oversized eyes staring at the two of them with fear and wonder.

  Trudy’s tail swished, darting angrily from one side of her to the other. She approached Darla, her head lowered, her hackles rising over her shoulder blades. Adam saw quickly if he didn’t take charge of the situation, he would have an even bigger mess on his hands.

  The change didn’t come easily to him. Strong emotions made returning to his skin a challenge. Anger, frustration, desire all tore through him with the intensity of a winter’s wind. This mission needed to be tied together, answers given to the Bureau and matters put to rest. But with Trudy here, his protector’s instincts fought to take over.

  “Trudy. No.” He spoke as soon as his mouth could form words.

  She turned on him, looking up with her teeth bared. Straightening, her face transforming while fur receded into her flesh, and her almond-shaped silver eyes growing rounder and a pale blue, she glared at him, her mouth moving before she could speak.

  “I saw through the window,” she managed to growl, her words hindered by fangs that continued to shorten while she spoke.

  There would be questions, many questions, but now wasn’t the time to answer them. He turned to Hordan, checking for a pulse. It was weak, but the human was alive. Stepping gingerly in his bare feet, working to avoid shattered glass, he checked the two guards, grateful to see both of them were alive also.

  Darla darted around him, trying to touch him.

  “Hands off,” Trudy snarled, glaring at the crouched woman. “Touch him and you’ll regret it.”

  Darla cowered, babbling something in a whimpering tone.

  “Why doesn’t she pick a form?” Trudy studied her, her breasts heaving while she continued to breathe heavily.

  He could only imagine how fast she ran to get here, and the amount of adrenaline she exerted to break through that window. Her blonde hair clung to her, moist from sweat. She looked so damned sexy that for a moment all he could do was stare, willing her nipples to pucker while he watched.

  “I’m not sure that she can,” he told her, reaching for her, taking her small hand in his. “Come on. I doubt we have much time.”

  Her touch spawned desire in him stronger than he anticipated. She’d mastered a daring feat to rescue him, and she’d done a damned good job. The heat from her palm sizzled through him, his groin tightening, walking becoming a challenge.

  Trudy pushed against him, clinging to his hand when they reached the top of the stairs. He led her to Christopher Hordan’s room and headed for the phone.

  To say Werewolf Affairs was happy to hear from him was an
understatement. Trudy watched him wide-eyed while he relayed the events to his superior that had happened since he’d been captured.

  “The place is secure for the moment,” he reported. “But I anticipate Hordan’s followers showing up at any minute.”

  “That was the werewolf killer downstairs?” Trudy’s pallor went ashy white.

  Adam couldn’t help but pull her into his arms, feel her flesh against his. He stroked her back, wanting to feel all of her at once, aching to bury himself deep inside her.

  “And I will have to report that you are the one who took him down,” he whispered into her hair. “That might make you a hero among the packs.”

  She looked up at him, amusement making her cheeks flush a luscious pink. “It seems pretty clear to me that you did most of the work.”

  He held her close, her heartbeat pulsating through him, her breath hot against his flesh, her scent swimming through his senses soothing him and driving him mad all at once.

  Glancing over her head, he noticed Darla, hovering in the doorway, looking very much like a lost child.

  “Go to your room, Darla,” he told the woman.

  Apparently she understood because she turned, her gaze lingering over both of them before she disappeared.

  There were questions in Trudy’s eyes when she looked up at him. “It’s like she is stuck in a half-changed state,” she muttered, “a child in a woman’s body.”

  He thought of Hordan’s threat to have Darla bite his cock off if he didn’t offer information, and had a hard time seeing Darla as a child—more like a deadly weapon.

  “You showed up in the nick of time.” He stroked her cheek, brushing his lips over her forehead, tasting her, craving more of her instantly.

  “Seems to me I could have shown up a bit sooner.” Her lips puckered, her expression scolding.

  He smiled. “If you’d shown up a few minutes later that little temptress might have bitten off my cock.”

  Trudy made a choking sound, her hand instantly moving to his hard cock pressed between them. She almost strangled all will power out of him when she delicately wrapped her fingers around him, stroking, pulling him closer to her.

  “We don’t have much time,” he growled, telling himself that more than her.

  But he had to have a bit of her, claim her all over again, if only for just a minute.

  “I know you told me to stay at your house,” she began, but explanations could be saved for later.

  He nibbled on her lower lip, the moan that escaped her breathed fire through his tormented system. Maybe he was a bit too rough. Fire burned through him making it hard to think. Her flesh was so soft. He ran his hands down her back, over her ass, up her sides under her arms. Everywhere. He had to touch her everywhere.

  Trudy leaned into him, pulling on his cock. He gripped her hair with one hand. Even damp it was so silky, he could imagine it brushing over him, stroking his body with its smooth touch. She opened her mouth to him and he dove into her. Rough. He didn’t care anymore. The taste of her was so sweet, like nectar. Her moans vibrated through him, about sending him over the edge.

  Maybe it was because his senses were overexcited. But a click downstairs hit him as loud as a gunshot. He raised his head, listening. The sound of Trudy struggling to catch her breath, while her heart pounded against his chest, almost drowned out what he wanted to hear.

  “We have company,” he whispered.

  Trudy’s body went stiff.

  In the other room, Darla began howling, possibly warning whoever was here of their presence. The strong smell of humans drifted through the house. Adam pressed Trudy behind him, willing her to stay quiet with a look, and headed toward the bedroom door.

  They could hear voices, concerned and scared. The human female, Mary, had picked up a phone downstairs, and Adam glanced at the phone alongside Christopher Hordan’s bed. He would love to know who Hordan’s daughter turned to in a time of crisis.

  “They have guns,” Trudy whispered, overhearing some of the conversation downstairs. “We need to change to protect ourselves.”

  Adam moved over to the bed, reaching for the phone. He gripped Trudy’s wrist, feeling her heart pound through the slender bones in her arm. “I’ll protect you,” he snarled, but relaxed his grip when he saw the worry on her face. Her warm sweet aroma mixed with panic. “It’s okay. There are werewolves on their way, and only a few of them downstairs.”

  He put his fingers to his lips, gesturing for her to stay quiet, and lifted the receiver. Someone started climbing the stairs though, causing him to curse silently. Placing the receiver back down as quietly as he had lifted it, he pulled Trudy’s warm body to his, her puckered nipples pressing against his skin.

  “Shut up, Darla.” Mary sounded aggravated. “Werewolf? Are you up here?”

  Apparently her phone call hadn’t taken that long. And she didn’t seem too concerned with being quiet, her boots making a dull thud with each step over the carpet.

  The sound of a helicopter approaching outside grabbed Adam’s attention. He looked down at Trudy and smiled. “Werewolf Affairs has sent backup.”

  She looked confused for only a moment before glancing toward the window, the whirly sound growing louder. Within a few seconds it sounded like the thing would land on the roof.

  “What the hell?” Mary cursed. “Werewolf? Where are you? Look. I won’t hurt you. Come out and talk to me.”

  He moved toward the door, keeping Trudy behind him, which proved a small effort suddenly. She pushed against him, either instinct telling her to go after this female, or curiosity making her want to see over his shoulder.

  “You took down three armed men downstairs,” Mary continued, a slight panicked edge sounding in her voice. “I know I’m no match for you.”

  The sound of movement outside told him several werewolves had been let down out of the helicopter. They were securing the area.

  “Come out. Look.” Mary spoke faster, probably suspecting that her home was about to be invaded. He heard a thud in the hallway. “See? I’ve put down my gun. Talk to me, werewolf.”

  Why she was so desperate to talk to him, he had no clue. He moved into the doorway, seeing her a second before she turned and met his gaze. In a flash, she reached to scoop up her gun, fury burning in her bloodshot eyes. Her expression was contorted with raw anger.

  Letting go of Trudy, he lunged at Mary, pouncing on her before she could get to her gun.

  “No!” she screamed.

  He straddled her, pressing her face into the carpet while he pinned her hands behind her back. Then he lifted her, not too nicely, her feet almost leaving the ground.

  “I hate you! All of you!” She turned and spit at Trudy, her gaze traveling down Trudy’s nude body in disgust. “Everything is your fault.”

  Adam had no idea what she was talking about, but he planned on finding out real soon.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  It seemed she couldn’t keep her hands off of him. Trudy returned to the couch, her full glass of wine in one hand, and sat on the arm, immediately running her fingers along Adam’s shoulder.

  Powerful taut muscles moved against her touch, his body warm through the soft material of his shirt. Even relaxed and reclined on the couch, his long legs spread out comfortably in front of him, he seemed alert, ready to jump into action on a moment’s notice. Maybe he would always be that way.

  “And every time these humans bred, werewolf characteristics came out in their young?” John Campbell sat across from them in Adam’s living room, leaning forward, fascination on his face.

  “Apparently.” Adam ran his hand up her leg, stopping midway while her inner thighs tingled, aching for him to explore a bit further.

  Ever since they’d arrived back at his house the day before, there had been nonstop visitors. Trudy began wondering if she would ever have a moment alone with the werewolf. Although if the ache growing deep inside her pussy was any indication, she needed hours and hours alone with Adam.

/>   “Christopher Hordan’s mother was a werewolf,” Adam explained.

  Margo sipped at her wine, her legs crossed as she looked up from where she sat on the floor next to John. Her soft brown eyes moved to watch Adam’s hand stroke Trudy’s leg, and she ran her tongue over her upper lip. Trudy felt a flush spread through her and took another sip of her wine. Maybe it was her imagination, but it looked like Margo started breathing faster while she watched Adam’s fingers trace patterns along the inside of her leg. The ever so faint aroma of lust drifted through the air. This could prove to be an interesting night.

  Trudy’s breath caught in her throat, and she gripped Adam’s shoulder just a bit harder than she meant to. He looked over at her, still talking, and then returned his attention to John. But Margo met her gaze, an unspoken reassurance appearing on her friend’s face. Nothing would happen that she didn’t want to happen.

  But what if I want it to happen? Her heart skipped a beat when she remembered the night that John and Margo watched Adam fuck her. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to listen to what Adam was saying.

  “According to what Mary told the authorities, her human grandfather raised them. I guess her grandmother’s pack made life too difficult for her, and she gave up trying to maintain a den with a human.”

  “And Mary is Christopher Hordan’s daughter?” Margo asked.

  “Yes.” Adam took a long gulp from the bottle of beer he had next to him, and then reclined further, pulling Trudy off the arm of the couch so that she cuddled next to him. “She was his only offspring who appeared to be all human. Hordan had enough werewolf in him that he could change, but not at will. It made living among humans very difficult for him.”

  “But he couldn’t stay with his pack because he was too human,” Margo guessed, standing up next to John and stretching.

  Her large breasts outlined nicely through her shirt, full and round, her nipples puckering while her hands were above her head. Trudy glanced at Adam, knowing he had probably held them, maybe even sucked on them. Adam wasn’t watching Margo though. He focused on the floor, or his hand maybe while he held Trudy’s leg.