by Kris Cook
The dampness in her panties that had come as a result of Luke’s intense stare reminded her how vulnerable and out of control she was. Had he been aware of her arousal before he’d left her? Kate had mentioned that werewolves had heightened senses. Of course he must have.
* * * *
Luke ran silently to his cabin. He needed to get a little distance from the scent of Megan, not that a few hundred yards would do much to help to curb his primal desire. After smelling her want, it had taken every ounce of his willpower to keep from devouring her pussy right then. When the seductive scent of Megan had first hit his nose, he’d been able to shuck his clothes just in time before they were ripped to shreds by his involuntary shift. Being in control was important to him, and being around Megan had an adverse impact on him.
He gathered up his good jeans and slipped them on. Then he pulled on his socks and boots. He was about to put on his shirt when he caught the scent of someone other than Megan. A man. He was close. Too close. Luke was possessive and angry, and his teeth elongated and sharpened. Without regard for his clothes, he finished the shift into wolf form, ripping his jeans to pieces. His boots were saved, but just barely.
His animal nature took hold of him, and he rushed to the outhouse to protect his mate.
* * * *
Megan tried to stand up but couldn’t. The pain in her ankle was too much. She sat back down. “Luke, I’m done. You can—”
The door swung open. Luke stood there with a scowl on his face that frightened her. He was still naked, but his face and body were deep red and a thin layer of sweat covered him, as if he’d been working out at a gym or sunning himself on a beach. Neither was possible.
He lifted her up in his arms, turned around, and ran back to his cabin.
“What’s wrong, Luke?” she asked as they got back to his porch.
He didn’t answer but opened the door and took her inside. Then he placed her on the bed. “Stay here. Be quiet.”
“B–but…I…”
He glared at her with his mesmerizing eyes, and she clamped her mouth shut. “Good girl.”
Luke sniffed at the air. Then he frowned.
Megan knew something was up but had no idea what it could be.
“I’ll be back.” He left her, again, shutting another door, the front one to his cabin, as he exited.
She curled up on the bed, worried about what could’ve put him in such a state so quickly.
Time marched on. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty. Her body was quaking inside as her imagination took over. She’d only just learned about shifters and witches. What else in the world was real that she’d always thought was make-believe? The list was long and very scary.
She gasped when the door opened. Thankfully, it was Luke. He was no longer naked. He wore some very ripped-up jeans and cowboy boots but no shirt. His chest was heaving from the run he must’ve just made. On top of his head was a black cowboy hat.
“What was it?” she asked, feeling the tears of anxiety brimming in her eyes.
“A hunter who’d drifted onto my property.”
“What did you do?” She was worried that he might’ve harmed the guy or worse. Weren’t werewolves dangerous, out of control when provoked?
“Let’s just say he won’t be making that mistake again.”
“My God, you didn’t hurt him, did you?” She brought her hands up to her mouth.
He grinned. “No. He’s fine. A little shaken, yes, but fine.”
She sighed and wrapped her arms around her chest. “So?”
“Bath time, Megan.”
She wanted to protest but couldn’t find the will to do so. He’d already seen her in her soaked panties. And a bath sounded wonderful. “No funny business, mister. Okay?”
“There won’t be anything funny about it, I promise.” He lifted her up in his arms and carried her outside to the bathtub on the back porch.
Megan leaned into his chest. It felt so right to be in his arms.
He lowered her down on the bench next to the tub. “How warm do you like the water?”
“Not too hot. Not too cold. Medium. Call me Goldilocks.” She grinned, hoping to settle her nerves.
“Maybe. But I have another nickname for you.” He smiled, and her insides melted.
“What would that be?”
“Little trespasser.”
“There’s nothing little about me, Luke.” She looked down at her body. Too big. Too much weight.
He cupped her chin, making her look directly at him. “You calling me a liar, Megan? I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“No. But you might need to get your eyes checked.”
“You might need a good spanking, sweetheart, to knock those silly ideas out of your pretty little head.”
Megan bit her lip. The possibility of being spanked by Luke made her both nervous and excited. She’d never been into BDSM before, but something about Luke made her want to submit.
He continued, “But first, I want to clean you up.”
He used a rubber stopper to plug up the drain and let the water flow again. Steam floated into the air. He stood up. “Time to get you out of those clothes.”
“You’re determined to get me naked.”
“You’ve seen right through me, little trespasser.” Luke undressed her in seconds. He gazed at her like she was some kind of work of art.
Megan squirmed and felt her pussy begin to ache again. “My bath, Sir?” she said with a slight giggle. She noticed the look of approval in Luke’s eyes as he processed the words.
Luke lifted her back up in his arms before lowering her into the tub and its perfectly warm water. “Your clothes need to be washed before you put them back on.”
“They are pretty messed up from the fall.” She trembled as he sat on the tub’s edge. Desire sparked hot inside her.
Luke stared down at her. “Trust me, Megan, you are incredibly beautiful.”
By his tone, she knew that he saw her that way. “Thank you.”
Without a word, his hand broke the surface of the water. She readied herself for his touch, but instead he only cupped some water in his hands. Using his wet fingers, he took her locks, soaking her hair with the warm liquid.
“You’re going to wash my hair?” And more? A delicious shiver began deep in her pussy, and a tingle spread over her skin.
“Yes. How’s the temperature?”
“Perfect.” She felt her aches begin to melt away as he added shampoo to his threading of her hair. It felt incredible. “Thank you.”
Chapter Four
Megan couldn’t get over Luke’s scent of musk and pine and the way it impacted her body. He finished washing her hair and took a cloth, dipping it into the warm bathwater. Thankfully, she was reclining in the tub instead of standing. Her ankle felt better, but her knees would’ve buckled under the sensations zipping inside her at being so exposed and close to Luke.
She held out her hand for the cloth. “I can finish on my own.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You think so?” Then he rubbed her breasts with the cloth, making her nipples stand at attention.
“S–seriously,” she choked out and then grabbed his hands with hers. “I got this.”
“Hold on to me if you want, but I’m driving this bus. Understand, little trespasser?”
Lacking the will to resist, she nodded, keeping her hands over his as they cleaned her breasts with the warm, soapy cloth. The sensations zooming through her body warmed up every cell.
Luke washed one of her breasts with hand and cloth and cupped the other with the hand with no cloth. Megan loved the feel of his large hands on her. Her nipples throbbed, and her pussy ached.
“Gorgeous. I’ve never seen such beautiful tits in all my life.” His low tone seemed to be more of a statement to himself than to her, but she loved hearing him talk about her that way. “Feel good?”
She closed her eyes as she let go of her fears, slipping into a dreamy state of want. “Yes. Very.”
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nbsp; This was a moment to be careless, to just be, to enjoy. Tomorrow, her normal way of being could click back into gear. Tonight was the fairy tale, delicious and sexy, complete with a new witch and a wolf shifter. She would play her part to the fullest.
His lips and hot breath pressed against her ear. “You’re not going anywhere, little trespasser.”
Unable to refute his commanding tone, she kept her eyes shut and bit her lip.
She felt his teeth bite her earlobe, hard enough to send a shock of desire down to her pussy. “This is some bath you’re giving me, Luke.”
“I’m just getting started, sweetheart. You can’t imagine what’s to come. I promise to make this the best bath you’ve ever had.”
She didn’t doubt it. Already it topped her list of bath-time memories. “You’re in charge.” She didn’t know why she trusted him so much when she’d barely met him. Maybe it was that he’d helped her when she was hurt. Maybe it was shifter magic. She didn’t know, but she definitely did feel safe with Luke.
“You’ve got that right, Megan.” He cupped her chin. “Open those beautiful eyes for me.”
She obeyed and saw Luke. He wasn’t smiling. “Seriously, I can bathe myself.”
He looked so serious and intent. “You’ve got a lot to learn, honey.”
Luke grabbed her hair and tugged. Then he took his other hand and wrapped it around the back of her neck, pulling her in close.
“I–I’m not sure about—”
His lips crushed hers, silencing any protest. Dizziness took hold of her under his kiss, and then he brushed his lips down her neck, sending shockwaves to her very core.
Was it possible to fall in love so quickly? She doubted that could ever happen except in storybooks. Yet, something about him warmed her up completely and wrapped itself around her heart. Probably not love. Whatever it was, she didn’t have any means or inclination of stopping it tonight. The train of sensuality was blasting down the tracks without brakes.
As Luke continued kissing her into oblivion, she felt his hands wander up and down her torso, lingering here and there, pinching her nipples, skating up her sides, massaging her breasts, pulling on her hair, and so many other wonderful touches. She craved like mad for him to touch her clit and pussy.
“Let’s get you totally cleaned up, sweetheart.”
She felt her lips tremble as he dipped the cloth again into the warm water. He started with her feet, which were normally very ticklish but strangely not with him. The squeeze of his hands around her toes felt more like a massage than cleaning. Then he gently worked on her swollen ankle.
“That feels amazing.”
“You’re still very swollen. No break, but you definitely did sprain your ankle really bad.”
“You a doctor?” she asked. “You look more like a cowboy to me.”
“Honey, cowboys know quite a bit about broken bones. Running livestock teaches you a lot about how a body works.” Luke moved the cloth up her legs, and the sensations it created made her nerves spark alive.
He’d touched her entire body except one place, the place she needed to be touched in the worst way. Absently, she plunged her hands into the water to curb her want. But before she reached the intended spot, Luke grabbed her wrists, lifting her hands from the water.
“No. You’re not the driver here, little trespasser. I am. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Megan didn’t understand why she was being so compliant, but she was—and loving it, too. There was no possible way for her to tamp down the impulses he was awakening.
“Now, you want me to rub your pussy, sweetheart?”
She nodded, closing her eyes at the burn that hit her cheeks. One night. That’s all this could be. Megan knew it. She had to go back to Dallas and her life there. But she wanted him, had to have him. A deep need disintegrated her will and logic to ashes.
“Really? I’m not sure you deserve that from me.” His tone seemed lust filled and sounded very deep, like a growl. “You did trespass on my property. I think you deserve to be punished.”
Never in her life had she felt more feminine or desirable. Surely this was only a one-night stand to him. She couldn’t mean more to him than that. But at the moment, it didn’t matter to her. These feelings were overwhelming and unstoppable. If he didn’t touch her pussy soon, fuck her soon, she would certainly go mad.
“Please, Luke.” She wrapped her hands around his neck. “I can’t bear much more.”
“My pleasure, Megan. My pleasure.” His hand sunk under the surface of the water and touched her pussy.
Her back arched, and she clawed the skin on his neck. Sparks fired hot. Then he captured her clit with his thumb and forefinger, squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure, sending her to the stratosphere. This wasn’t just sex but something else, something more. Much more.
I should hit the brakes. God, what am I doing?
Before she could tell Luke that this wasn’t a good idea, he kissed her again. Her world and mind spun wildly and with total abandon.
With one hand he tugged on her hair and with the other he fingered her pussy, causing a hot surge to well up from her channel and her clit to ache.
“You’re something else, sweetheart. You like me touching you?”
“O–oh…yes…please…more…” She felt ripped apart by a million sensations inside her.
“Beautiful. Fucking A. Absolutely gorgeous.” The corners of Luke’s mouth curled up.
The more he said it, the more she knew he believed it to be true. His words made her feel incredible. She wriggled in the warm water as he manipulated her swollen folds with his hard fingers.
Megan gripped the sides of the tub as his fingers descended into her pussy and his thumb pressed her clit. She didn’t have a chance with this man who overwhelmed her completely. She sensed Luke’s power, intensity, and danger just under the surface. A bit deeper there seemed to be something gentler, a side to him that she wanted to feel, to experience.
When he pinched her nipple with one hand and squeezed her clit with the other, she almost fainted. A vibration rumbled through her. Her back arched again and she squeezed the porcelain with all her might, riding the exploding sensations firing in her body.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
“Yes! God yes!”
“Your pleasure looks so good on you.”
He probed her pussy with his fingers and brushed his lips over her neck, sending her into rapture and her womb into convulsions.
She felt her eyelashes fluttering uncontrollably. The orgasm he’d given her continued to go higher and higher, hotter and hotter.
Megan screamed as her pussy clenched and unclenched on his thick fingers. Lost to the climax, she was only slightly aware of Luke letting the water out of the tub, drying her off, and lifting her out of the tub.
“Gorgeous. Totally gorgeous.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“To my bed.”
* * * *
Luke placed Megan on the mattress, her naked body soft and pale against his quilt. Her scent was overpowering and filling his nostrils. His primal instincts, recognizing Megan as his mate, were firing on all cylinders.
The hunter Luke had discovered earlier had turned out to be a seventeen-year-old neighbor kid. The guy hadn’t been any kind of threat, but he was male. With Megan ovulating, it had taken all Luke’s strength of will to keep from ripping the teen to pieces when he’d found him trespassing on his property. The kid had turned ghostly white before heeding Luke’s instructions. Avoiding the unspoken threat, the guy had run so fast that he could’ve been mistaken for a shifter, though he wasn’t.
Since finding Megan, there was only one syllable that continued to pound in Luke’s mind, over and over, like a giant sledgehammer of possession—mine.
“Luke, I don’t know what to say.” She was trembling like a little child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “I’m not like this. Not normally. I don’t know what came over m
e.”
Luke knew. He’d never dreamed that he would find his true mate. Never wanted to either. But here she was, and he would never let her go. Ever.
“I’m ready for my reward now.” He stripped off his jeans and loved seeing her pretty mouth gap wide.
Her eyebrows shot up. “Reward?”
“For saving your pretty little ass, darling.” He dove down between her legs and began lapping up her pussy’s cream.
He loved how she responded to his tongue bathing, wrapping her legs around his shoulders and clawing the back of his head. Megan tasted like his future, and he couldn’t get enough of her. Berserk with the urge to seize her absolutely, he drank her juices. The more he tasted of her, the more his erection jumped like a live wire, tightening with arousal.
“God, yes. More…please…more…” she panted.
Her words and response stoked the powerful need inside him to pleasure her to final and ultimate submission. He would keep her all to himself from now on.
Cupping her ass, he licked Megan’s swollen pussy. Without removing his lips and tongue from her flesh, he looked up and saw her eyelashes fluttering. It was time to push her over the edge for her next orgasm of the night. His plan was to provide her with many more climaxes until she was completely spent.
“Come for me, little trespasser.” He captured her clit with his teeth, biting with a little pressure.
She gave him the sweetest little moan. Tunneling his index and middle fingers into her soaked pussy, he rubbed the sensitive G-spot.
“Y–yes!” she screamed.
He felt her body shiver under him. He looked up and saw that even her eyes fluttered open and closed, again and again. She was so vulnerable and delectable. Mine.
Chapter Five
Megan couldn’t stop trembling. Luke had given her the best oral pleasure she’d ever experienced in her life. She’d gotten so wet as he’d feathered his lips on her sensitive flesh. Her clit continued to throb, though her climax was backing down ever so slightly.
