Heart of the Wolf hotw-1

by Terry Spear

  Devlyn gripped her arm tighter, worried she might agree to be Volan’s mate.

  “However, Bella sweet, I’ll have to teach you a thing or two about wolf law. Seems you’ve forgotten some of them while living among the humans.”Volan touched his chest lightly; then she noticed his skin still seemed paler than usual.

  Had she injured him after all? Why hadn’t the silver killed him?

  Drops of blood trickled down his sneakers onto the wood floor. She looked up at him.

  Volan turned his attention to Devlyn. “Lover boy’s too spent to fight me. Wouldn’t be a fair battle. Besides, we fight in front of the pack, end this once and for all. I challenge you to bring her home and battle me for her, Devlyn.”

  “I’ll be there,” Devlyn growled.

  Volan turned and stalked out of the cabin, a slight limp to his gait.

  Releasing her, Devlyn stormed to the door and watched Volan disappear into the woods. Bella joined him and bent over to inspect the blood.

  “He’s been wounded,” Devlyn said. “That’s why he wouldn’t fight me yet.”

  “In the leg?” she guessed, wondering how her bullets managed to hit him in the leg when she was damn sure both bullets had hit his chest.

  “Yeah, probably when he was in wolf form someone got a shot off.”

  “It’s not hunting season.”

  “Right, but some wouldn’t care if he was wearing his wolf pelt and got near their livestock.”

  For now, all Bella could think of was getting Devlyn back to her home in Portland and then slipping away again so he wouldn’t ever have to fight the devil wolf.

  Before long, warm water filled the tub, and Devlyn reclined on his back as she climbed on top of him.

  He kissed her lips and ran his hands over her breasts, heating her deep inside. “I have to say, Bella, you made me proud.”

  “I was afraid you’d be angry with me because I tried to help you.”

  He leisurely licked the bathwater off her cheek. “You love me and wanted to protect me. You didn’t do it because you felt I couldn’t handle him. It was just instinctive. An alpha female quality.”

  She washed his bloodied neck with care. Referring to her as having alpha qualities was the greatest compliment he could ever give. “I was so proud of you to submit to another red, to allow him to fight Simon for the right to be the leader of the pack.” Knowing how difficult it was not only to pretend to cower before a red, but in front of his mate—it had to have been the hardest thing he’d ever done. Her chest swelled with pride to think such a great gray wanted her for his very own.

  “I only did what my great-grandfather had done before me.”

  “Don’t be so modest. I doubt he had to fight four reds, one after another. You created a new legend for this clan in your own right.”

  “And you, Bella. The red wolf that the gray fought for.”

  She leaned over and kissed his bristly cheek. His fingers touched her nipples, making her whole body tingle. He sighed deeply. “With only one to battle instead of four, I hoped one of the older wolves would have the courage to tackle him.”

  “My clever wolf.” She ran her hand over his length in loving strokes. Finally, he’d allowed her to touch him, without stopping her. She would have rested with him instead, anything, to feel his heart beating against her breast, to have his skin touching hers, warm and alive, to feel his breath against her cheek, to taste his salty skin, and to smell him, feral and all male. Her gray, for the most part uninjured and safe with her again.

  His eyes clouded with passion as he studied her with admiration, his hands massaging the small of her back. When it appeared he couldn’t handle another of her strokes, he slipped his hands down to her thighs, his fingertips drawing closer to her folds.

  “You’re still awfully tense,” she said, her gaze taking in every inch of his glistening body, hard, muscled, and every bit hers.

  He chuckled, the throaty sound triggering an ache between her legs. He lifted her and worked his way inside her folds. “This will definitely help.”

  Her nipples brushed against the hair on his chest, sending delicious chills of desire coursing through every nerve. He cupped her face and lifted it, claiming her mouth with a deep, sizzling kiss. Their bodies slid against each other while his erection penetrated her deeply. Up and down she rose on top of him, creating tidal waves in the bathtub. Water splashed over the edge of the tub and spilled onto the tile floor. They kissed and touched each other’s skin with greed, giving not a care to anything else in the world.

  Just as she envisioned climbing to the top of the snow-covered Wolf Rock, she rose higher with every plunge he made deep inside her. When she felt she couldn’t take any more, he groaned out her name, filling her with his warm seed, and as she reached the peak of pleasure, her insides pulsated with orgasmic delight.

  “You’re too right for me,” he whispered against her mouth, tenderly, lovingly, the sound of a lusty, satiated mate.

  Their tongues tangled, and she combed her fingers through his damp hair. “For each other,” she said, still seated on top of him, never wanting to let go.

  But something in his eyes told her he was concerned about some matter. It didn’t take her long to learn what still troubled him.

  He cleared his throat. “I always wondered, Bella, in the old days when your friend drowned—”

  “Elizabeth?”

  “Yes. Why didn’t you let me console you?”

  “Volan saw you with me. I bit you to get you to leave me alone. He hated when you got near me, especially after I became a teen.”

  “But you let him comfort you! I thought you wanted him.”

  “Right. That’s why I ran away so many times.”

  “Then why?”

  She glowered at him. “He threatened to kill you! He told me if I let you touch me, he’d end your life. Damn it, Devlyn, you weren’t full grown then. He’d killed men more his size. I couldn’t let him hurt you.”

  Then tension left his body, but only for a second. She cocked her head, thinking she heard a sound outside the cabin. Devlyn’s whole body grew rigid. He’d heard it, too.

  Before they could disengage themselves from each other, humans stormed into the house, their heavy cologne preceding them. Zoo man Thompson forged ahead at the lead and began to enter the bathroom first but stopped when he saw Bella sitting on Devlyn, naked in the tub.

  He wheeled around, shoving uniformed cops out of the doorway, and then hollered back to Devlyn and Bella, “Sorry, folks. We had word the two of you had been kidnapped.”

  Devlyn smiled at Bella and shook his head. Henry cleared his throat. “Chrissie will be glad to hear that you’re both ... uh, well.”

  Bella chuckled under her breath and handed Devlyn a bath towel. “I only have the one.” She pointed to a hand towel. “That wouldn’t work I don’t think.”

  He wrapped the towel around his waist. “I’ll bring your clothes to you. I don’t have any,” he whispered in her ear. “The towel will have to suffice for now.”

  He walked out of the bathroom and returned with her clothes. He said for her ear only, “I’ll give them the story.”

  “I’ll listen to make sure our versions are the same,” she said, her voice hushed.

  Devlyn left the bathroom and shut the door. “Henry.” He pointed to the couch. “Have a seat.”

  Henry sat down while the police milled around on the front porch. “When Chrissie called to say you were kidnapped, I had to take measures into my own hands. We hadn’t reacted fast enough to follow the SUV that took you, so I broke into your home ...”

  Devlyn raised his brows.

  Henry shook his head. “I’m sorry. I only wanted to get to you quickly before Volan killed you.”

  “And?”

  “I found the email stating that someone wanted to meet you at Wolf Rock. You wouldn’t take Bella with you to meet him for fear she’d get hurt. I figured he thought you wouldn’t come, so he ensured that you wou
ld by kidnapping you. Luckily, I was able to get the police’s help, and we hurried to Wolf Rock as fast as we could.”

  His gaze fastened on the bite marks on Devlyn’s neck. Although they’d been severe, the wound had already started to fade, the intensity of the pain lessening by the hour. Of course, some of the healing had to do with Bella’s distracting him. Still, he was sure the wound looked pretty angry.

  “We found a lot of blood, but no bodies. I’d come across Bella’s cabin a few days ago, checked the license tags of the Escape parked out back, and verified that she owned the place. Anyway, I’d hoped, if you were still alive and able, that you’d made it here safely, as close as it is to Wolf Rock. We found traces of blood along a trail leading directly here, too.”

  Devlyn nodded. Either Henry assumed that more had happened and he was keeping it a secret, or he’d given them the best out they could have. “Yes, well, luckily her place was close enough.”

  Henry pointed to his wound. “A doctor needs to take a look at that.”

  Bella entered the room wearing her turtleneck and jeans. Her wet curls still dangled over her shoulders, and the dripping water darkened the blue turtleneck in spots. She joined Devlyn, and he pulled her onto his toweled lap. She smelled like lavender and female, and he had to fight burying his nose in her wet hair. What the heck? He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek against her hair, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes.

  A hint of amusement flashed across Henry’s face. “With Bella’s care, I’ll be better in no time.”

  “Yeah, with care like that ...” Henry cleared his throat.

  “I guess I’d better let you give the police a statement about what happened then. We’ll give you an escort home?”

  Devlyn deferred the decision to Bella. She nodded. “We’d like that. We’re going back to Colorado for a while. Let Devlyn heal up there.”

  Henry stared at her for a moment. “But that’s where this Volan character is from.”

  “We’ll inform the police when we get there about the situation,” Devlyn said. “And listen, Henry, we sure do thank you for trying to rescue us.”

  Henry glanced back at the bathroom. “I didn’t expect ... well, I’m just damned glad we found the two of you alive and in pretty good shape.”

  “We’ll need one more thing, however,” Bella said, with a twinkle in her eye and a dimple in her cheek.

  Henry rose from the couch. “Anything.”

  “He stole Devlyn’s clothes. Well, mine, too, but luckily I had some clothes here already.”

  “You ran in this cold, stark ...” Henry shook his head. “That sick bastard.”

  “I have an oversized pink sweatshirt Devlyn can wear, but the extra pair of denims I have won’t fit him.” She ran her hand over his thigh.

  His muscle flexed with her stirring touch. Just a little higher, more centered, and she could touch something else she’d stirred.

  “Let me talk with the officers. Maybe we can come up with something.”

  Henry walked outside and conversed with the officers. Devlyn kissed Bella on the mouth. “Hmm, a pink sweatshirt, eh?”

  “Yeah, I dare you to wear it.”

  “I’ll take you up on it. Nothing I’d like better than to wear the smell of you, up close and personal.”

  She chuckled. “I’m glad you don’t have a problem with it. Because I imagine that’s all we’re going to be able to come up with.”

  Although one of the officers offered his jacket to Devlyn, he couldn’t be dissuaded from wearing Bella’s sweatshirt back to her house. With a blanket wrapped around his waist, he walked outside to talk to the police officers. She overheard Devlyn say, “Volan brought a killer wolf with him and ordered it to attack me. When we heard the police sirens, he fled with his wolf in a black SUV, but we didn’t get a look at his license plate. Concerned about Bella and my condition in the frigid weather without clothes, we headed for the warmth and safety of her cabin.”

  “Hell, I wonder if that’s the same wolf that rancher Evans shot?” one of the men said.

  “Someone shot a wolf?” Devlyn asked.

  “Yeah,” Thompson said. “At first we thought it was Rosa, but he described the wolf as a bigger gray.”

  Bella barely breathed. Volan.

  “Did the rancher kill him?” Devlyn asked. “Nope, that was the thing. He yelped, so Evans knew

  he hit him, but the wolf ran off. We’ve got men trying to track him down. A wounded wolf shouldn’t get far, but he will be a lot more dangerous,” Thompson said.

  So a rancher had wounded Volan after all. But it didn’t explain his bloody mouth, and she wondered again if he’d torn into Leidolf. Then he could watch from a distance and see if Devlyn could handle four reds on his own? She wouldn’t put it past the bastard. Then what? Fight Devlyn when he was worn out? Only he got shot. She smiled. Good one on him—the snake.

  Hoping the police believed Devlyn’s story, Bella returned to the bedroom to retrieve her gun. Her heart did a flip when she saw the braided rug that normally kept her secret cache hidden had been overturned, and she quickly lifted a loose floor plank.

  Nothing but a scribbled message. Naughty, Bella. Another gun? Threats work better if you back them up with real menace—silver bullets. I see you got it right this time. But you won’t be needing this gun. Not anymore. Soon, your mate, Volan

  Sniffing the air, she smelled Volan’s faint odor. She glanced at the window; the cotton curtains rippled in the breeze. She dropped the crumpled note into her hiding hole and wanted to scream. Crossing the floor, she parted the curtains. He’d broken the window. Sniffing her shirt, she realized he must have touched her clothes on the porch and recognized that the place was hers. Had Devlyn seen the note?

  She checked the bed. Volan’s odor clung to the sheets. She wanted to throw up.

  “Bella?” Devlyn called to her from the living room. “Coming!” She hurried out of the bedroom, hating what she’d have to do next.

  On the way home, Bella tapped her thumbs on the steering wheel and then finally glanced at Devlyn, his eyes drowsy, as he leaned his head against the passenger’s window. He must have seen the upturned rug. “Volan slept in my bed,” she growled low.

  “Yeah.” He stared out the window.

  Did he find Volan’s note or not? Oh hell, no sense in keeping the situation secret. She squeezed the steering wheel and then loosened her hold. “He left a note.”

  Devlyn looked at her.

  “Underneath the floorboard.”

  He didn’t say a word, just watched her with a stern look.

  “I ... I had another gun; the bullets were meant for him.”

  “I know, Bella honey.”

  “You did?” Tears pricked her eyes. “Yeah.”

  “But you didn’t say anything.”

  “I didn’t want to worry you that he’d found the gun.”

  “Would you have let me keep it?”

  He ground his teeth and looked away. “Yeah. Even though I didn’t ever intend for you to have to use it.”

  She took a steadying breath. “Thanks, Devlyn.”

  “What I have to know is why he knew about the other gun—the one you threatened the reds with at your home—and why did you intimate that the bullets were silver when they weren’t?” His eyes were hard, compelling her to tell the truth.

  “I ...” Oh, hell, she couldn’t keep the secret from her mate even if he hated her for it. “I shot him.”

  Devlyn’s eyes widened.

  “Twice,” she added. “In the chest. Both times. And he fell. And he looked dead. But he wasn’t. Only knocked out. But I didn’t know that. You know, real bullets cause damage, too, except it’s not permanent. But then he contacted me. And I didn’t know if he’d sent the email before or after he died.”

  Devlyn raised a brow, his mouth almost curving up. “So, I didn’t know if the bullets weren’t really silver or if Volan was really dead. Then we got the news that Volan was taken into custody, and
that confirmed that he was alive.” She glanced at Devlyn. “I don’t blame you if you hate me for it.”

  “It’s not our way, but, for your protection ... I understand, Bella honey.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek and then it seemed like the fight, the sex, and the adrenaline seeping out of every cell of his body finally hit him. He closed his eyes, and his head leaned against the cold glass window, where he slept for the two-hour drive home while the police escorted them the whole way.

  When Bella finally parked in front of her house, Chrissie dashed out of her place to greet them. As soon as Bella and Devlyn climbed out of her Escape, Chrissie’s gaze shifted from Devlyn’s injury to the pink sweatshirt stretched taut across his chest and the green blanket wrapped around his waist. Her eyes grew wide. Bella gave her a hug. “Thanks, Chrissie, for sending Henry to our rescue.”

  Chrissie looked at Henry, whose ears turned slightly red. He rubbed his chin. “Yeah, we’ll talk about it later.” He disappeared into Chrissie’s house with her, but she cast a backward glance at Devlyn’s blanket one more time, her eyes still huge.

  Thank heavens the police took off, and Bella could do what she knew she had to, to keep Devlyn safe.

  Devlyn stalked into the bedroom, intent on changing and then returning to Colorado, while Bella paced in the living room.

  She listened to him zipping his bag. Grinding her teeth, she glanced out the window at her compact SUV. Now or never.

  She pulled out her keys and headed outside. “Bella!” Devlyn roared from her front porch. She whipped around.

  His brown eyes turned coal black; his mouth formed a thin grim line. “What are you doing?”

  Unable to form the words she knew she had to say, she stood mute.

  Devlyn ran his hands through his tangled hair, locking her gaze with an angry glare. “Looking for something, Bella? Need to pick up some more gas? Groceries before we leave? What?”

  Annoyed, she tilted her chin up and said what she had to before she changed her mind. “I made a mistake. I’ve changed my mind ... about us.” She hated the quaver in her voice, but she couldn’t squash it no matter how hard she tried.