Lunewulf 5: In Her Soul

by Lorie O'Clare

  “What is going to happen to his family?” Trudy asked. “Mary has to face charges, I understand that. And her brother will be charged too, once he’s out of the hospital. But what about Darla? What will happen to her?”

  “It’s up to Werewolf Affairs.” Adam looked at her, those intense green eyes making her melt inside. Her heart picked up a beat while he studied her. “They lived with hatred all of their lives. All of them. It will take a lot of reeducation before any of them are released.”

  She nodded, understanding hatred and prejudice all too well. Her pack had shunned anyone who wasn’t purebred lunewulf. She shook her head.

  “I don’t understand why we fear anyone who isn’t just like us,” she said.

  She put her hand over Adam’s. His large rugged hand, tanner than hers and speckled with black hair made her hand look like a child’s. He took her hand in his, squeezing it.

  “Not all werewolves are like that.” John sounded defensive.

  Trudy glanced up, his dark eyes, penetrating, causing a knot to form in her tummy. Excitement leaped through her. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. His scent seemed to grow strong while she studied him, rich and earthy, pure alpha.

  “Would you?” Her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat, Margo turning to watch her. Heat flushed through Trudy but she held her own, her craving to fuck Adam having to be the reason why she suddenly felt so anxious. She focused her thoughts. “Would you take mixed breeds into your pack?”

  “Sure.” John shrugged. “Most American werewolves have mixed pedigrees.”

  “What if they were halfwerewolf and half-human?” she challenged.

  Margo glanced down at her mate, as if she wanted to hear his answer too.

  John stroked his goatee, his expression serious while he watched her. “I never knew until this incident that we were compatible to breed with humans,” he began, his words a slow drawl, drawn out like he considered each word before speaking. “But if approached, yes. I would take them in.”

  Margo smiled, squeezing her mate’s shoulder.

  Trudy believed him. She reached for her wineglass, taking a slow sip of the cool fluid and enjoying its tingling warmth when she swallowed.

  Silence fell over the room, everyone contemplative over the events of the past few weeks. Trudy was all too aware of Adam’s body pressed alongside hers on the couch though, his leg pressed against her outer leg, his hand holding hers. Her shoulder pressed against his biceps, the steel muscle reminding her of the strength and power he possessed.

  There would always be prejudice and hatred. The world was full of it. Nothing she could do would wipe out those feelings in all werewolves. She would live among werewolves like her though, who cherished others for who they were, and not for their pedigree.

  Taking another sip, she glanced up at Adam, admiring his strong profile, confidence and wisdom radiating from him even as he reclined on the sofa. He glanced down at her then lifted her hand to his mouth. She watched his white teeth scrape over her skin while those sultry green eyes devoured her.

  The room suddenly seemed too warm, which had to be from the wine. She stood up, almost stumbling in her rush, and making everything spin around her for a brief moment.

  “Does anyone else need something to drink?” she asked, deciding she would switch to ice water.

  “I’ll help you.” Margo followed her to the kitchen after tapping John on the forehead when he held his almost empty beer bottle up.

  Tingles rushed through Trudy, an excitement purging her system that she didn’t understand. Electricity ran through the air, charged and raw, an anticipation that she couldn’t shake.

  She flipped the light switch on in Adam’s kitchen, not sure of where everything was. Margo stood next to her, looking around at the modern appliances and glass-covered cabinets.

  “Has he asked you to mate with him yet?” she asked.

  Her question startled Trudy. “No.” She moved to the counter, placing her hands on the cool hard surface. “He’s been busy with Werewolf Affairs.”

  “I’m sure he will.” Margo suddenly was behind her, her thin fingers massaging Trudy’s shoulders.

  She pressed deep into Trudy’s muscles, her motions feeling good, easing a tension she didn’t realize was there.

  “I feel on edge,” she confessed, staring down at her hands. “And I’m not sure why.”

  “You’ve been through a lot.” Margo’s scent wrapped around her, musky and alluring. “And now that it’s over, you haven’t had a chance to relax.”

  She hadn’t had a chance to do anything. Her pussy throbbed, the flush she felt in the living room returning. Adam had been so busy debriefing over the phone as well as dealing with Bureau members arriving at his house, he’d barely had a minute for her. Now that the case was in Werewolf Affairs’ hands, he needed to clear matters with John Campbell. Turning the evening into a social event had been Adam’s idea, so that they could spend time together.

  Trudy turned around, unable to handle Margo touching her any longer. The tingling in her shoulder muscles seemed to be sending rushes of heat straight through her body. She would fill the room with the smell of lust if she weren’t careful.

  She smiled, hoping her confidence showed. “Tonight is relaxing. Getting everything figured out with the werewolf killer, and knowing he is out of commission is a load off of my mind—and everyone’s mind.”

  Margo nodded, her relaxed expression making Trudy wonder if the woman ever endured stress. She nodded toward the other room. “Those two will hash this out until they have themselves convinced they’ve saved the world.”

  Trudy almost laughed out loud.

  “The way I understand the story, you saved Adam’s ass.” She lifted her finger, running it along Trudy’s jaw line. Warmth from Margo’s touch traveled through her, calming her, soothing her.

  “More like his cock,” she mumbled, and the two of them broke out in giggles.

  In the next moment, Margo was kissing her. She didn’t have time to react, to stop the action. What surprised her though, was that she was kissing Margo, too.

  It was so different from kissing Adam. Not as real. Margo’s lips were so soft, so warm, so tender. And her body, crushed against Trudy’s wasn’t hard like Adam’s. Her full breasts pressed against Trudy’s. The curve of her hip rubbed against Trudy’s hipbone. And her touch, delicate and sensual, her long thin fingers brushing over Trudy’s cheeks, drew her further into the kiss.

  She didn’t expect Margo to bite her. Well maybe it wasn’t a bite, more like a nibble. She opened her eyes, along with her mouth, gasping in surprise. Margo’s eyes were closed, her head slightly turned, a dark flush over her high cheekbones. She dug her fingers into Trudy’s hair, pulling her mouth back to hers.

  Their tongues met, swirling around each other’s slowly. She tasted like wine, rich and aromatic. Trudy blinked her eyes closed, allowing Margo to tilt her head so she could deepen the kiss. The soft moan that rose up from her filled Trudy’s mouth, feeding her, showing her how aroused Margo was.

  Something inside Trudy stirred, a pressure building, a heat spreading through her that she hadn’t expected. Did this turn her on? And if so, what should she do about it?

  “Margo.” John’s baritone bounced off the walls.

  Trudy about jumped out of her skin.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  “We discussed this.” John gave Trudy a reprimanding look, while he slowly crossed his arms over his broad chest and stared at her.

  “I know.” Margo truly looked chastised. She took a step backward from Trudy.

  “What did you discuss?” She frowned, looking from one of them to the other.

  Adam moved in around John, and reached for her. A sensation brushed over her that she was being comforted, as if something had just happened that might have upset her.

  “They think I’m trying to seduce you.” Margo looked like she was pouting, her teeth pulling on her lower lip.

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��Aren’t you?” Suddenly she was confused. The three of them had discussed how Margo should behave when she was alone with Trudy. She had no idea when this conversation had transpired, but obviously Margo had been instructed how to act, or not act.

  A small smile brushed over Margo’s lips. “Well, I thought you wanted it, too.”

  Trudy opened her mouth to answer but then paused. What had she been just about to say? Looking from one of them to the other, she noticed encouragement on Margo. John’s eyes looked darker than they had a second ago.

  Looking up at Adam, her breath caught in her throat at the intensity of those green eyes. Everything around them seemed to fade. They were alone, just the two of them, their scents intertwining while heat from holding his hand surged through her, making his life force and hers one.

  “I’m curious,” she whispered, hardly able to utter the words.

  Her heart began pounding furiously in her chest, the admission exciting and making her nervous all at once. The edge of his mouth twitched. A nerve, or the urge to smile, she didn’t know. But those eyes captivated her, held on to her, pulled her into his strength, his intent desire to comfort her, see to her happiness.

  “Okay.” He didn’t say anything more.

  Heat rushed through her. Her pussy throbbed, so moist, so filled with an ache she couldn’t appease. Searching his face, seeing his need also, an energy surged through her, strong and powerful, her bones popping before she realized her reaction to it.

  Trudy sucked in a long, slow breath, never looking away from Adam. He seemed to feed her, his predatory nature so strong at the moment she could feel it wrapped around her like a warm blanket.

  Suddenly she was moving, her feet not seeming to touch the ground. It was as if she floated, her body so light, so charged with energy that she tingled all over. Adam’s arm wrapped around her, guiding her, holding her close. His heat surging through her, one with her own needs and lust.

  Adam didn’t bother to turn on the bedroom light when they entered. It didn’t matter. Everything she needed was right within her grasp. Adam’s strength, his power, his compassion, all of it saturated through her, feeding her. And looking up at him when he lowered her to the bed, she saw she fed him, too.

  “What do you want, Trudy?” His voice was raw, hungry. He nipped at her neck while he asked.

  “You.” She didn’t have to think to answer that question.

  He chuckled, sending chills throughout her. She squirmed underneath him, his breath tickling her.

  “You’ve already got me.” He lifted himself above her, their faces mere inches from each other.

  She already had him? Her thoughts were so muddled, emotions streaming through her so quickly. She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on what he might mean by that.

  “Do you want to play with Margo?” he asked her.

  She suddenly felt foolish, realizing what he had meant with his question. “Will you watch?” she whispered.

  Something dark appeared in his eyes, something carnal, his pupils altering their shape, just for a moment. The beast in him surfaced, his arousal too intense to keep it at bay.

  “No one will ever touch you unless I am watching,” he informed her, the seriousness in his tone stilling her heart.

  Excitement flushed through her veins while blood pumped through her almost too fast for her human body. He had her pinned on the bed, his cock hard as steel pressed against her hip. She wanted to squirm, wrap herself around him, respond somehow with more than just words. His words marked her, the sensation of belonging to him, of him being her werewolf made her want to jump for joy.

  “Good,” was all she could think of to say, which seemed so lame in comparison to how his statement made her feel.

  Exhilaration rushed through her when she sensed John and Margo in the doorway. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation, the pounding of her heart matching the beat in her cunt, moisture coating her, soaking her pants. The room filled with the smell of lust so quickly she knew it couldn’t be all coming from her.

  Margo moved forward, crawling on to the bed next to them. She spread out alongside Trudy, her fingers brushing over Adam’s shoulder. Her eyes darted to the act, her insides tightening. She waited to feel jealousy, to experience a rage of protectiveness. She should be screaming, hand’s off. He’s mine.

  But Adam never looked away from her, never changed his expression. He continued to pin her, to devour her with his predatory gaze. He paid no attention to Margo, and Margo didn’t look at Adam. Her focus was on Trudy as well.

  Her insides relaxed. This wasn’t about a competition. No one wanted to take Adam from her. The knots in her stomach were replaced with a tight anticipation. She looked at Margo. Those gentle brown eyes glowed with lust. Her smooth black hair seemed a little bit out of place, as if John had ran his fingers through it, messed it up a bit. Her full dark red lips glistened with moisture. She leaned forward, pressing against both of them.

  “I am going to enjoy you,” she whispered.

  Trudy thought she would come just from that promise. The ache in her pussy demanded attention and she struggled under Adam, desperate to ease the growing pain.

  It looked like Adam endured some pain of his own when he moved off of her. “I’m not sure how long I can wait for my turn,” he warned.

  He wanted her. That knowledge filled her with more desire and yearning than she thought she could handle.

  “She wants you too,” Margo said, her voice a husky whisper. “Just look at her.”

  “I am looking at her.” Adam slid off the bed, revealing the hard shaft that pressed against his pants.

  Trudy sucked in her breath, finally able to reach for the spot that ached the most. Her own moisture had soaked through her pants, the material damp and hot when she put her fingers on the spot that needed attention most. Pressure shifted inside her when she rubbed herself, the ache growing, anticipation filling her, while lust filled the air so thickly around her she thought she would be drunk off of it.

  “Look at them watching you.” Margo’s breath was hot against her cheek, her friend’s hands already stroking her skin under her shirt. “They are adoring your beauty, Trudy. Look at them.”

  She glanced up past Margo, who was intent on removing Trudy’s shirt, and saw the two werewolves hovering over them. Their eyes glowed, their expressions serious. Concentration on keeping their own needs at bay kept them still.

  Margo pulled Trudy’s shirt over her head and at the same time she felt fingers fumbling on her jeans buttons.

  “It amazes me how you are more beautiful every time I see you.” Adam pressed his lips to her skin, kissing her just inside her hipbone while he pulled her jeans down.

  Fire seared through her skin where his mouth touched her. Rushes of passion rippled through her, exploding inside her. She would have cried out, her orgasm stronger than she expected, but Margo covered her mouth, stealing her breath, her kiss hot and aggressive.

  Trudy seized the action, her tongue dancing with Margo’s while she wrapped her arms around the woman, surprised to feel she was naked. She didn’t remember her clothes coming off, and in her fogged senses thought John must have had a play in that.

  “My hot little bitch is absolutely soaked.” Adam’s mouth hovered over her pussy, his fingers pressing against her skin, stroking around her most sensitive spots.

  “She isn’t the only one.” John’s voice sounded gravelly.

  Margo groaned into Trudy’s mouth, raking her fingernails over the sensitive skin of Trudy’s breast, teasing her nipple. Trudy arched into her touch, crying out into their kiss as her tender nipple was teased. She thought she would come again, worried they would take everything she had to offer and still want more from her. But the throbbing pulse in her pussy didn’t seem to subside. Adam’s breath tortured her, he seemed to be running his fingers over every inch of her, making her want to grab his head, and force him between her legs.

  “Trudy.” Margo broke off their kiss. “Your en
ergy. Your passion. All of your scents are so wonderful.”

  Trudy swore she had been drowning and was just let up for air. She gasped, struggling to catch her breath. Adam’s tongue darted across her pussy, dipping in between the folds and lapping at her heat. She cried out, arching into him, needing him to suck more, lick more, appease the ache that was about to make her crazy.

  “This is too much.” Yet she wanted more. Craved more. Never wanted this to end.

  Adam chuckled, moist heat causing her pussy to burn. If he didn’t fuck her soon she knew she wouldn’t make it. She would end up begging, crying, doing anything for him to relieve the deep throbbing pain that swelled inside her cunt.

  “May I taste her too? Please?” Margo had already slid around Trudy, the thick sensual aroma of her sex surrounding Trudy.

  “Come down here.” John moved to position his mate, draw her to the end of the bed.

  Trudy watched him grip Margo’s ass, his large hands pressing into her smooth caramel-colored skin. The action had her wiggling, caressing the pearl-hard nub between her legs that craved satisfaction.

  Adam slipped up next to her, his green eyes glowing, intense passion burning through his gaze, searing her skin wherever he looked.

  Margo covered Trudy’s pussy with her mouth. Trudy jumped, distracted by Adam’s possessive stare. He gripped her chin, ignoring what Margo was doing to her, and moved so that his face was mere inches from hers.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered, before devouring her mouth.

  His teeth had grown just enough to prick the corner of her lip when he pressed his lips to hers. But the sweet pain only added to the intensity of the kiss.

  Margo gently spread her sensitive folds, her tongue soft and soothing, yet at the same time building the fire that spread through her so rapidly she could hardly breathe.

  Adam’s fingers on her chin, on her neck, holding her head in place, while his tongue probed deep inside her mouth, put her over the edge. She swirled her tongue around his, growing drunk on his passion. Gripping his shoulders, digging her fingers into the strength of his body, she soared higher than she ever had before.