Heart of the Woolf (Woolf Series)

by Kai Andersen

  She moaned. “Hmm ... perfect combination.”

  Her mouth enveloped his nipple and sucked. His hand tightened on her hair. Sensations of delight whispered through him, pooling at his groin. His cock ached. God, he wished she’d hurry. She unbuckled his belt and opened the snap of his trousers. She pushed both his trousers and briefs down, freeing his cock, which bobbed and sought her heat. She cradled it in the juncture of her thighs. God, she was so wet he almost came.

  “Yes ... perfect indeed,” he rasped, referring to the way they fit together, even though he knew that wasn’t what she meant.

  She moaned. Her hands roamed wildly up and down his back, finally settling on his buttocks, alternately palming and pulling him nearer.

  Loved your butt ...

  The thought made her actions incredibly sexy, arousing him to no end. He rubbed his cock in a rhythmic motion between her folds, the thick cream of her desire easing the way for him, his movements increasing in pace.

  She gave a little muffled scream. Her teeth rasped on his nipple.

  A burning path seared through his blood to every nerve ending. He was so tempted to throw her down onto the floor and push into her. Instead, he held on to the tiny bit of control he had left, taking it slow, wanting to draw each moment out for her maximum pleasure. Cupping her heavy breasts, he kneaded and pressed. She arched into his palms and he pinched her nipples.

  “Yes! Harder.”

  He plucked at them, pulling them until they peaked into tight little buds. He squeezed and nipped at her nipples, feeling her need for a little pain to heighten the pleasure.

  She transferred her attentions to his other nipple, and sucked like a newborn babe on her first bottle. She rode his cock, frenzied, slamming her crotch against his body.

  Tension built in him, winding him tighter with each passing second. His whole body went taut, rigid with the desire to let go.

  She fell apart. Her teeth bit down on his nipple. She bucked, gyrating wildly, keening. Throwing back her head, she screamed.

  His breath caught, and he ignored the pain her teeth had wrought.

  She was magnificent. Wild and uninhibited, like a wolf on the range, running free.

  She collapsed against him, panting. They fell onto the sofa, their lips fused in a passionate kiss.

  His cream-covered cock slipped into her tight warmth, and it was his turn to moan. He pushed his hips up ... and felt Adrienne pull away from him. His eyes snapped open.

  She was standing beside the sofa, mischief glinting in her eyes. She sent him an impish smile and sped toward the bedroom.

  “Fuck! Adrienne!” He roared and went after her.

  God, this was no time for games. Didn’t she know how badly he ached, how she was killing him by offering a tantalizing glimpse of heaven and then denying him --

  He stood in the doorway of the bedroom. His jaw dropped. Blood roared in his ears and into his groin. His cock throbbed.

  Adrienne was on her knees on the bed, her white buttocks enticingly exposed to his sight. Her head rested on the dark blue satin bedspread, face turned back to him with a sensuous expression. Her hand moved. “Come, lover. I want you to fuck me ... in the ass.”

  Chapter Eight

  Her husky voice rang in his ears. He stared at the tiny puckering hole, and in one part of his brain he speculated as to how she could take him in. But even as he wondered, excitement spread throughout his body. God, she would be so tight!

  The tension in his cock built and grew until he ached. He went to the bed and fell to his knees in front of her mesmerizing ass, his cock bobbing painfully. There was something about those pale globes that seemed connected directly to the nerve endings in his groin. Sweet sweet butt ...

  He palmed her ass and squeezed, marveling at the smoothness of her skin. He bent his head and kissed each cheek, incredibly aroused by the enticing musky scent of her recent orgasm. His sensitive nose twitched at the smell of her pussy, which dripped with her cream. He swiped his tongue against her folds, tasting her. He captured her ass cheeks, stretching her wide. His tongue poked into the little opening, tracing the lines and bumps.

  Her hips swayed. He could just imagine being surrounded by her heat. The sexy little moans issuing from her throat inflamed him.

  A cold metal grazed his arm, distracting his attention. It was a tube of lubricant.

  “Jake ... please ...” Adrienne nudged it against him.

  He picked it up and squirted some onto his trembling hand, spreading it generously over his stiff cock. He rubbed his cock briskly a few times, enjoying the building tension. Eagerness made him fumble, and the grease caused him to drop the tube once. Gripping it tightly, he stuck the mouth inside Adrienne’s anus and squirted a generous amount into her.

  She yelped from the cold liquid and then sighed as he spread the lubricant around the opening. Her eyes were languorous as she looked up at him, urging him to hurry. Her breath caught as he dipped his forefinger into the tight little hole, massaging the area to prepare it for his much bigger cock. Her hips began a slow, gentle motion, thrusting in his direction.

  “God, Adrienne ... you’re a tempting witch,” Jake said. He stood and grasped her by the hips. Positioning his cock at the entrance, he pushed himself in slowly, letting her adjust to his size.

  Her anal walls alternately squeezed and relaxed. It was killing him! God, she was so tight. Her muscles were massaging each ridge, each bump of his cock. He longed to plunge and bury himself in her snug ass.

  Her breath quickened. “Deeper.” She demanded, a guttural sound. Her eyes were glazing over. Obviously, she’d done this before, from the way she deliberately relaxed her muscles to take him in.

  He drove forward, his hard thrust burying his cock to the hilt. She surrounded him, gloving him with her intense heat.

  She sobbed. “Yes!”

  He felt like sobbing himself. She felt very good, excellently good, tight and constricted. He slapped her ass, and felt the vibrations run through his cock. He shook. She cried out. Holding each white cheek, he rode her hard, his balls slapping against her rump, the lubricant easing his way into her channel. The sound of their harsh breathing filled the air. Her anal walls clamped down on his cock, contracting around him, tighter than he had ever been held before. The tension built fast, increasing in tempo and intensity.

  He plunged his fingers into her hot pussy, alternating his finger-thrusts with his cock. He felt the elusive touch of his fingers against his cock, separated only by a thin membrane of cells. It increased his desire, deepened his hunger and heightened the anticipation.

  In the instant before orgasm, their minds linked together. He felt her double pleasure at the sensation of his fingers in her pussy; he sensed her straining for that mind-shattering release, her heart occupied with nothing but to give and receive satisfaction. The pressure increased fourfold in a rush. With one last hard thrust, they both erupted into sheer blinding pleasure.

  * * * * *

  The next day, Adrienne woke up late again. Really, if this kept up, the Creative Minds Board of Directors might personally boot her out of the company! Although ... She shivered, delicious tremors going through her body. She might not regret losing her job if Jake would continue to bring her to such pleasurable heights every night of her life.

  She shivered. What a scary thought, tying herself down to one man. The funny thing was, she could see herself waking up to Jake every morning, but with one catch: There was someone else beside them in bed. Somehow, she didn’t think Jake was the type of man to share his woman.

  She pushed the thought away, preferring to concentrate on getting her things together for the office. Anyway, the point was moot, because at this particular moment, she wasn’t attracted enough to any other man to consider asking him to be the third person in her and Jake’s ongoing relationship. Then again, who knew when and how life might change?

  One thing she knew for sure: She did miss having two cocks in her.

  Thirty minu
tes later, she was about to leave when the phone rang. She hesitated at the doorway, wondering if she should pick it up. The phone continued to ring, the sound taking on an insistent quality.

  Adrienne backtracked to her bedroom, cursing all the way. If that were Jake telling her to get her ass in gear and hurry to the office, she’d ...

  She picked up the phone. “Jake, don’t tell me --”

  “I’m not lover-boy, Adrienne.” Evil laughter rolled into her ear. “That was a very good show you put on yesterday afternoon.”

  Goose bumps crawled up her arms. Bile rose in her throat, burning her mouth like hot acid. “You were watching us?!”

  “You’re very good, Adrienne. I came in my pants, just from watching you suck lover-boy. Seeing your pussy was the final straw, of course. Yes, I believe I shall have you one of these days.”

  “Not on your life!”

  “Life is so full of uncertainties, Adrienne. You never know when it might ... bite you in the arse.” He cackled. “How’d you like last night’s display? Were you scared?”

  “That was your doing?” Anger stirred within her, anger that someone would stalk her like this, anger that her life would be so disrupted, her hard-earned peace disappearing like smoke in the wind with each threat. “What do you want? Why are you disturbing me like this?”

  “Are you scared enough, I wonder, to tell me what I want to know?” His voice turned menacing. “Where is David, Adrienne?”

  Shock assailed her. The odious villain finally gave voice to David’s name. Her hand gripped the phone. “What do you want with him?”

  He ignored her question. “Where is he?”

  “He -- he’s not in this country.”

  “Don’t lie to me, Adrienne. You don’t want to find out what I do to bad girls who lie. Where is he?” The last three words were said with heavy emphasis.

  “I don’t know!”

  “That’s my girl.” There was an almost bizarre admiration in his voice. “Last warning. I’m giving you until tonight to give me an honest answer. Meantime, keep these two pictures in mind: a vibrant rose and a dead puppy.”

  Click. Adrienne listened with disbelief to the dial tone. As if in a dream, she put down the phone with shaking hands. No, not a dream. A nightmare. Her apartment, which had given her so much comfort in the past year or so, had taken on a sinister atmosphere, tainted by the evil voice she could still hear in her head. She sank down onto the bed, forehead cradled in her hands.

  The moment she had been dreading had arrived. Only, she hadn’t expected it to come so soon. After so many months, how could her stepfather still be intent on putting away his son? How had he tracked them down so quickly? She thought she had covered her tracks pretty well, leaving all those clues and false trails that led to Canada.

  Unless he had spies among her circle of friends.

  But she hadn’t revealed her real background to anyone, had never talked about her family, her education, her country of origin, heck, she hadn’t even gossiped about her ex-boyfriends. Most importantly, she hadn’t told anyone about David, her well-guarded secret, who was all alone in the nursing home. She had told no one about him, from the time she landed in this country --

  Jake.

  She stared unseeing at the wall. The awful realization washed over her. The sick feeling of betrayal pervaded her heart.

  She had told him about David yesterday. Though she hadn’t revealed much, she had confirmed his existence.

  Had Jake passed on the information? He had had plenty of time to do it. Was the man on the phone his co-conspirator? Jake had certainly been deceptive when it suited his purposes, the cad! He’d kept his being a werewolf to himself. If last night’s incident hadn’t happened, she might never have known of Jake’s unusual genetics. Would Jake have eventually told her? Could someone who had been so intimate with her betray her?

  Something else flashed in her memory.

  Marcy. She’d been fooling around on Adrienne’s computer that morning. Could Marcy have been looking for clues to Adrienne’s history? Could Marcy have seen the scanned photo of Adrienne and David together that Adrienne had, in a moment of foolish sentimentality, stored in a folder in her hard disk?

  The knife of betrayal twisted deeper.

  Who could she trust?

  Her logical mind asserted itself. She was jumping to conclusions based on scant clues and pure speculation. She shivered, suddenly realizing that the villain had succeeded in dividing her against the people she trusted, people she considered her friends, her allies, just by sowing a few seeds of doubt in her mind.

  What was she going to do? Get a grip, Adrienne. She didn’t have any solid reason to point a finger at anyone. What she could do is to be more careful about what she said to people, especially when it concerned David. She could also be more observant and take note of anything suspicious.

  Feeling calmer and steadier, she let herself out of her apartment and drove to the office. She turned onto the highway. At this time of day, there were few cars around, as most people were already at work. Hmmm ... maybe she should ask the boss for a flex-time work schedule; that way, she could save time by not being caught in traffic during rush hour, and more importantly, she could enjoy being with Jake --

  Something bumped into her car from the right side. She swerved, tires squealing. She screamed.

  Adrienne fought to get the car back under control. Her heart pounded heavily. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel. She glanced to the right, to see a muddied Toyota with heavily tinted windows deliberately closing the gap between them.

  Her small car jarred from the impact.

  “Hey you crazy man! Stop that!”

  The Toyota veered away slightly. From this angle, she saw a man behind the wheel. Good grief! He was coming at her again!

  This time, she braced herself, but the impact was no less harsh. Panic reared its head. Fear thudded in tempo with rising hysteria.

  “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God ...”

  He kept his car close to hers. From time to time, their fenders grated against each other, metal scraping, paint peeling. Sparks of fire flew where the friction heated up the metal.

  She slowed.

  He slowed as well.

  She sped up.

  He kept pace.

  She looked around wildly for a way out. She’d moved to the far left lane. A long stretch of island separated the two sides of the highway. Up ahead, a bridge loomed into sight.

  The Toyota continued pressing her from the right, such that the left underside of her car scratched against the island. In reaction, she threw her wheel to the right, deliberately bumping hard against the Toyota. Its tires screeched and skidded on the black asphalt, driving away from her.

  Where are the cops when you need them?

  She stepped on the gas, trying to outrun the Toyota. The speedometer inched up: sixty ... eighty ... one-twenty ...

  She dared a glance in the rearview mirror.

  Her heart lurched.

  The Toyota was racing up behind her with a vengeance, gaining ground with each second. It crashed into her rear bumper. Her car lurched forward. The Toyota turned slightly to the right and made a wide “U”, smashing into her right passenger door. Metal buckled with a sickening crunch. She lost her grip on the steering wheel. Traveling at great speed and pushed by the Toyota, her car jumped over the island onto the other side of the highway.

  Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened in a silent scream.

  She was on track for a head-on collision with another car.

  The impact was explosive.

  Chapter Nine

  The air bag and her seatbelt saved her.

  After the horrifying, thundering roar of the crash, the sound of the hospital’s everyday bustle was comforting.

  The doctor aimed a smile at her. “You’re a very lucky young woman. To be in a car crash of such magnitude and to walk away virtually unscathed ...” She shook her head, her silky dark hair flowing over her shoulde
rs. “It’s almost unheard of.” She consulted the chart in her hand. “Your vital signs are normal. Aside from a few bruises and scratches, you’re fine.”

  Adrienne lay on the gurney, shaking with relief. She didn’t know what would happen to David should anything terrible befall her. She touched the bandaged wound on her cheek and winced. “What about the other car, the one I collided with? The driver --?”

  “He’ll be fine; don’t worry. Although he suffered more wounds than you, he’ll live. My colleague is attending to him now.”

  Adrienne remembered the dirty Toyota. “Was there ... another car?”

  The doctor gave her a strange look. “Not that I know of. Only two cars, two accident victims.”

  Suddenly, the whole incident came rushing back. Someone had deliberately tried to run her off the road. Someone wanted to kill her. Cold chills ran down her spine. She wanted to tell someone, anyone. Jake. “So, can I leave now? I still have to get to work.”

  The doctor frowned. “Yes, you can leave, after the police talk to you. They wanted to take your statement. But work? I wouldn’t advise it. You should go home and rest.” She gestured for Adrienne to follow. “Come, I’ll take you to see the officers.”

  Adrienne picked up her handbag and trailed after the doctor on shaky legs. “There’s just someone I need to ... to talk with.”

  The doctor laughed, her teeth flashing under the cold light of the corridor. “You don’t need to explain to me. Where are you working, by the way?”

  Adrienne skirted around someone pushing a wheelchair in front of her. “Creative Minds Advertising.” She was looking back at the man in the wheelchair and came abruptly to a stop as she bumped into someone.

  It was the doctor. She was staring at Adrienne with wide eyes. “You work at Creative Minds?”

  Adrienne wondered what was so unusual about that. “Yes.” She glanced at the gold nameplate pinned slightly above the doctor’s left breast. Dr. Tara Woolf. No wonder she looked familiar. Was she a werewolf as well? How can a wolf be a doctor? “You’re related to Jake?”