Adam & Eve (A.D.2203, #1)

by Ravyn Wilde

  Nervously she smoothed the gaudy bird on her shoulder; she was procrastinating, putting off confronting the man who could make her life a living hell.

  She forcefully reminded herself that she had intended to be the one causing hell when she opened the door to the wolf last night.

  Turning, she took her first clear-headed look at the man lying sprawled naked in her bed. Taking a deep breath she started her examination at the top.

  He had dark, sable hair with a sprinkling of gray. It was thick and slightly curly, disheveled and unfashionably long, reaching halfway down his neck. His face was Roman perfect, with dark eyebrows and lashes, a regal nose and stubborn chin. His eyes flashed silver heat. That should be impossible, she thought.

  He was tall and muscular. His skin was tanned and dusted in soft dark hair that trailed down his broad chest, thinning out across his tight stomach and then dense again just below his navel. Nested in the dark curls was a thick, growing penis. Sucking in her breath, Eve whirled around.

  “Cover yourself, please,” she said with as much force as she could muster.

  “I am not cold,” he replied with a teasing lilt.

  Eve shook her head. “You know that’s not the point. Your manhood seems to have a life of its own. I refuse to have a conversation with you naked. And we are going to have a conversation.” A long one, she thought to herself.

  “Okay, my manhood is covered,” he assured her with emphasis, turning his head to hide his amusement at her choice of words.

  Eve refused to rise to his bait. Turning back to him, she moved to sit primly in the antique rattan chair that was several paces from the bottom of the bed. No way was she getting close to him. Even covered with a sheet and severe morning hair the man’s sex appeal was overwhelming.

  “We need to talk,” she sputtered.

  Adam winced. He was sure there weren’t any other words in the world that would strike fear into a man of any species as quickly as those four. A man never said them.

  He had no choice but to go on the offensive. “Is your name really, Eve?”

  She looked at him with a touch of humor. “Yes. Is your name really, Adam?”

  He groaned. “Yes. You know, of course, this means we will be the butt of many Biblical jokes?”

  “Not in my family,” she grumbled.

  Adam cocked an eyebrow at her, the question obvious.

  Eve sighed and shook her head; this was not what she wanted to talk about. But she supposed she could start with it. “My mother’s name is Naomi, my natural father was Abel. They named me Eve, my sister Jezebel, Jezi for short. My stepfather is Matthew, my stepbrother Jonaa. Jonaa with two a’s no h, but Jonaa just the same. My sister’s husband’s name is Luke.” Pausing, she looked to make sure he was sufficiently awed. “To my family, it will make perfect sense that your name is Adam.”

  “Your parents actually named your sister Jezebel?” He was floored. What parent would do that to a child?

  “No one has ever called her anything but Jezi. I will warn you not to make that mistake. She has a way of getting even.” Eve grinned. Her sister took great satisfaction in making people pay who either slipped or unknowingly used her full name. They never made the same mistake twice. But they almost always made it once, thinking to tease the diminutive redhead. Eve looked forward to Adam testing her sister. She somehow knew her warning would be purposely ignored. No one ever believed that Jezi’s response could be that drastic.

  Inwardly she smiled—the last person to call her sister Jezebel, had gotten into his airglide, only to realize that it had somehow been programmed to go to Eastern Europe instead of his office. The glide had headed out to sea, without enough electrical power to see it over the ocean. Thankfully Jezi had also programmed a distress signal that kicked in as soon as it was over water. The man had been fished out of his glide, with full realization of what had happened. Jezi’s programmed laugh at point of impact had insured he knew full well who was responsible. The fact that she’d later married the poor man was secondary.

  Pulling her thoughts back to the man on her bed, Eve looked at him and frowned. Tentatively she started, “I know your first name is Adam and that you are loupe-garou. But that is all I know about you. What is your last name and what do you do for a living?”

  “My last name is Greyclan and I do whatever is needed for my people. What is your last name Eve?”

  She frowned. What did “whatever is needed” mean? She hoped he actually did something to make credits. There was no way she would support him. She wanted to work, but not to be the full support for a family. That thought had all color leaching from her face. No birth control...

  She jumped up, practically screaming at him. “Have you had your shots?”

  Adam looked confused. “Calm down, what are you talking about, Eve?”

  “Your shots...birth control...please say you didn’t go out looking for a mate during Lupine Moon without taking some kind of precaution?” she stammered, looking anxiously at him.

  Adam wanted to laugh. The look of panic on his new wife’s face was priceless. He had taken a BC shot, not wanting to take the chance that if he found his mate she’d become pregnant the first time they mated. He needed time with her, without the hormonal hell that a lycanthropic pregnancy would put her through. But he wasn’t willing to admit it to her immediately. “Don’t you want children, Eve?”

  “No! Yes! I mean no I don’t want them right now before I even know who you are or if you’ll make a good father, but yes... I suppose... someday...” she trailed off.

  Adam took pity on her. She looked miserable as she considered the ramifications of the multiple orgasms they’d shared. His cock twitched. No, better to stay away from thoughts of orgasms, he told himself. “I have taken the shot, Eve,” he reassured her.

  Adam frowned as she petted the bird on her shoulder again. Brows drawn together he stated, “Now its my turn for a moment to ask you questions. Thanks to your monologue last night, I know considerably more about you. However some of it is confusing and lacking sense.” He paused for a moment.

  Eve scowled, “What do you mean it lacked sense? I made perfect sense!”

  Adam laughed and settled back on the bed with his arms crossed over his chest, “Eve, I know your stepfather is Were, and you resent him for keeping your mother from following her career. I also understand that you are a geneticist who is working on a special project and you seem to be under the misapprehension that I will force you to quit. Probably because you believe your mother suffered the same fate from her mate. Correct?”

  Eve nodded, “Yes, you are right.” She was a little bemused that he’d heard not only the words but also the feelings behind them.

  He continued, “You have very strange decorative taste. I must have counted six of those bird things downstairs that you are wearing on your shoulder. One was a lamp, three were long stick things stuck in various plants, and several were small glass figures. You have two pieces of artwork that say ‘Share a Coke and a smile.’ Now for the questions...” Adam paused and looked at her with confusion clear on his face. “What is your last name, what project are you working on, what is the bird you seem to be so fond of, and what,” he growled, “is a Coke?”

  Eve blinked. He had not only listened, he had heard her. He said she suffered from the misapprehension that he would force her to quit. Misapprehension...meaning misunderstanding, false impression, and delusion...any way you looked at it he was promising her she wouldn’t have to stop working.

  Wasn’t he?

  “Are you saying you wouldn’t make me give up my career to stay home and take care of you? I want to make sure I understand what you just said, implicitly. No mistakes. This is very important to me.” She held her breath.

  Adam could see how important this was to her. She was holding her body completely motionless. Tense. Slowly he rose from the bed and moved to bend in front of her. He had wrapped the sheet around his middle as he moved. Not wanting to make this all-i
mportant declaration “buck nikid” as his great, great grandmother would say.

  Kneeling before her, he pulled Eve’s clenched hands into his own. “I promise you, Eve, I will never force you to give up your life’s work,” he pledged.

  “Blood Oath?” she questioned, knowing that if a werewolf swore blood oath that it was a legal contract.

  Adam shook his head. Sighing, he answered her. “If you had known me for any length of time, you would know that swearing Blood Oath is not necessary. My word is good. I will try not to be offended that you have asked this of me. But, I will give it.”

  Eve watched intently as Adam put the pad of his right thumb in his mouth, allowed the beast to rise within him just enough so that the canines formed, and used the razor sharp teeth to bite down and pierce the skin. When blood welled, he took the finger out of his mouth, banished the wolf and pressed the thumb into the palm of Eve’s hand.

  “I swear by Blood Oath not to force you to quit working as a geneticist nor will I interfere with your work in any way,” he vowed, sealing the promise in blood.

  Later, unbeknownst to him, he would regret this promise, but for now the reward was sweet. Questions temporarily forgotten, Adam allowed Eve to jump him, drive him to the floor and have her way with his body.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Eve’s relief at Adam’s reassurance that she could continue her life’s work without fighting him tooth and nail for it, and the gift of Blood Oath freely given, combined with the rampaging lust she’d been trying to control almost since she had risen from the bed. Chastising herself, she acknowledged that she had managed to command her body’s reaction...for all of about half an hour.

  She moved out of the chair in a rush, into Adam’s arms, knocking him to the floor. When he tried to take over, she snarled at him, “My turn. Lay back and relax.”

  He did as he was told. Stretching his arms over his head and helpfully lifting his hips as Eve peeled the sheet from his body, he was anxious to allow her this, desperate in fact. He sucked in his breath as she knelt beside him, still dressed in that God-awful robe. The scent of her arousal was strong. He had been right about her softly rounded curves, and figured that he would get the chance to sample them soon. But for now, he would let her have the upper hand.

  Eve couldn’t wait to get her hands on all that lovely flesh. She had been a submissive participant in their lovemaking up to this point. Merely capable of holding on for the ride, now she wanted to direct their play. She decided she would start at the top. Her fingers sifted through the wild mane of his hair, she let her fingernails scrape over his scalp.

  Adam closed his eyes and purred. He moaned, “Ah, Eve, that feels wonderful.”

  She grinned wickedly and after a few minutes moved her hands down to his face, skimming each feature, mischievously tracing each and every detail. He moved into her touch. Eve bent over him to trace the line of his lips with her tongue, gently slipping into a deep kiss when he opened to her.

  “Ummm...” Now it was her turn to moan. Eve’s hands continued their journey, testing muscles here with a squeeze, teasing shudders from his body there with a feather-light caress. She frustrated his efforts to slip the thick robe from her body. Naked she would be lost. “Not yet,” she murmured.

  Moving away from the seductive pleasure of his mouth, she continued to explore the hard body before her. Smoothing her palms over his flat nipples, she tormented them into tight peaks. Other parts of his body came to attention as well.

  Adam moaned and shifted his hips on the floor. His first instinct was to pick her up and impale her tight body on his wildly straining shaft. Her hands were driving him crazy. Patience, he ordered his body. His hips jumped when she lowered her mouth to his chest to further torment his nipples. Her hot, wet tongue circled one areola while her fingers plucked and pulled on the other. When she took him in her teeth and bit, the electric heat shot to his cock, his hand moved to hold her to him.

  “Hands off or I stop,” she demanded.

  He hesitated. He could take over now, but he was enjoying it too much to give in to his beast. He lowered his hands. As she moved her head to trail her tongue in a wet glide to his navel, he clenched them into fists. His pelvis rolled in and out, the movement mimicked the fucking he wanted to give her. He pushed his fists into the floor. He would not grab her. He could do this.

  Eve used her tongue and teeth to play with the crease where leg met body, alternately nipping, and then laving the area from hip to groin. She could become addicted to the smell and taste of his skin. She smiled as Adam groaned and moved uncontrollably. His sharply indrawn breath as she circled his jutting cock with her hand brought a wide grin of satisfaction.

  Sitting back to use both hands—he was so thick she couldn’t get her fingers to touch with one—she concentrated solely on driving him to madness.

  She was so intent on the feel of him in her hands, the velvet shaft with a glistening dark plum at the tip that oozed silk every time she got near its tip, that she didn’t feel Adam part the robe she was wearing. She only felt the rasp of his fingers as he drew them across her. She was sitting cross-legged, so he had unrestricted access to her swollen wet clit. At his first touch she couldn’t shift away. But paybacks were a bitch.

  Eve sucked in her breath and bent to lick across the slit at the opening of Adam’s cock. He went completely still. Humming, she set to distract him from his own play. She wanted the upper hand, but she didn’t have the strength to move from his questing fingers, so she planned on diverting his attention. Opening her mouth over him, she took him in as far as she could. One hand stroked his staff in tune with her mouth, the other reached to squeeze his balls. She was rewarded by his deepening moans and frantic thrusts.

  She was making him insane. Adam lost all reason with the first hot lick across the slit of his cock. Every cell in his body came to attention at the heated demand of Eve’s mouth. She moved over him, taking him in and combining the circling pressure of her hand sliding up and down. When she added gentle weight on the family jewels, he had to grit his teeth to keep from spewing like a teenager. Damn she felt good!

  That thought brought him back to the wet heat drenching his fingers. If he concentrated on her, maybe he would have some control over his own body. Adam shifted slowly, careful not to dislodge Eve. He twisted his body to maneuver his head between her crossed legs. Having parted the robe and pushed it out of his way, he could just lean down and reach her inflamed clit. He moved his arm around her hips, pulling her up and into his mouth.

  Eve groaned, vibrating the cock in her mouth, setting off Adam’s growl, which in turn vibrated her to the core. Eve struggled to move her legs, wanting to allow Adam unobstructed access, and found herself flat on her back before she could blink.

  “No more,” he ground out as he used one hand to fit himself to her clenching channel, the other hand to move her right leg over his shoulder. He determinedly pressed into her, and moved her other leg into a similar position over his other shoulder. This position left her open and vulnerable to his assault. She couldn’t control in any way the pace or depth of his strokes.

  Eve waited for Adam to slam into her. She wanted this. Fast and hard. She needed it. “Now.”

  Her hoarse demand had a calming effect on Adam. Instead of pummeling her like she wanted, he moved slowly into her, and then drew back, almost leaving her.

  She sobbed, “No!”

  Adam’s jaw clenched and he growled low in his throat. He then set about driving his new mate and himself to the edge of insanity. For long minutes he went in an inch, then out, moving fast but with no depth, keeping them both on the knife’s edge of desire with no possible satisfaction. The constant sensation of barely breaching her, the tight pull over his pulsing crown, had him biting his lip to keep from giving in to the urge to bury his cock hilt-deep. One glance at Eve kept him at it.

  She was sweating. Panting and thrashing her head from side to side, mumbling nonsense, “Yes, don’t stop, don’
tstopdon’tstopmore!” He was hitting all the nerves, except for the one that would release her from this frantic torture. She tried to force her hips up to meet his thrusts, praying for more than the scant inch he was giving her. She tried to move her hand up to rub her straining clit herself, but he wouldn’t allow it.

  “No. Mine,” he growled.

  He did allow her to cup her own breasts, pluck and pull and twist and pinch her nipples. That only added to her torment. She could feel her pussy trying to latch on to him, to pull him further into her, the frantic pulse increasing her frenzy. Wildly she reached out to him, her hands sliding down his sweat-slicked chest. Just by chance one of her fingernails managed to scrape one of his nipples. He faltered, sinking a little deeper.

  The movement wasn’t missed by Eve. “Yesss,” she hissed. Both hands now went to his chest to find the nubs that might help end this torment. Finding them already hard and easy to latch on to, she rhythmically plucked one then the other.

  Her fingers drove all restraint from him. He had reached the end of his control. Pulling her legs from his shoulders he spread them wide and maneuvered his body for additional leverage. Groaning, cursing, “Damn, you are so tight!” he ground his pubic bone hard against the swollen nubbin of her sex, touching her womb with his expanded cock, forcing her to splinter and contract around him. Her inner muscles milked him and he erupted, unable to do more than collapse on top of her.

  CHAPTER NINE

  At some point during the night, Adam had moved them both to the bed. He lay there now, thinking of his family and the impact Eve would have on them. He smiled. They would love her. After all, she was his mate.

  A communication link beeped somewhere downstairs. After glancing at his still sleeping wife, he moved carefully from the bed. They had been holed up in her home for almost two full days. They needed to eat, and it was possible someone in Eve’s world needed her. It could be a family problem, or someone from work. Adam could at least screen the call for her and give her a chance for a little more rest.