She turned with a gasp. The way he uttered her name was so tender it made her heart ache. There was a yearning, pleading look in his eyes.
Scott held out his hand to her and she took it immediately. Darren gurgled and laid his tiny hand over his mother's.
“He wants to hold your hand too,” Christine said softly.
Scott smiled and took the baby's hand in his large one. “You're one tough little guy,” he said.
Darren yawned and began to fuss. “Get him to bed. You should go to bed too,” Scott said.
“I'll put Darren to bed,” Christine said, giving Scott a look. “Then I'll tend to you.” Did he really think she would just go off to bed with her son and leave him sitting here alone in her kitchen to bleed to death?
Scott looked up and said, “I just need an hour or so. Once my wound knits shut, I'll help you clean up the place. I'll sweep up the broken glass and...”
Christine put up a hand. “Don't you dare move from that chair,” she ordered.
His brows quirked up. His gray eyes slowly trailed down her body, and she could feel the intense heat of his gaze. Suppressing a shiver, Christine walked briskly towards her bedroom, muttering, “I'll be back in a minute.”
Ducking back into the kitchen, she warned, “Don't move.”
“I'm not going anywhere,” Scott said, putting up his hands.
Christine narrowed her eyes at him. “I didn't say 'don't leave'. I said don't move!”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Scott smiled to himself as Christine hurried to put Darren to bed. Christine Reyes was a fighter. He had seen her fight that monster using nothing but her bare hands to try to save her baby. She was tough, fierce and feisty, and she was so damn amazing.
She was covered with scratches and bruises, but she didn't seem to notice her injuries at all. She was worried for her baby and for him. Scott recalled the look on her face when she saw the wound in his side. She looked both angry and upset.
Even with the grass and twigs in her hair, and the dirt on her face and hands, Christine was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Scott heard Christine's voice coming from her bedroom. Her room was just beside the kitchen and he heard her humming softly to her son. He heard the baby gurgle and laugh, and he had to marvel at the boy's resilience. That kid was a champ, a survivor and fighter, just like his mom. He had just gone through a terrible ordeal, and yet he was unbroken. He was still so strong and cheerful, and he could still make his mother smile.
The boy looked so much like his mother, Scott mused. The little boy had his mother's brown eyes and soft blond hair. Even with her tangled, matted hair and scratched, bruised face, Christine Reyes was a beautiful, alluring woman. Her body was lush and curvy, and her large brown eyes were deep and soulful. He could stare into those eyes forever.
Scott shook his head and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He realized that he had become hard just thinking about Christine. He had forgotten all about his injuries.
Well, if he could get all hard and horny, that was a good sign, right?
That meant that he was healing well. Scott pressed his palm to his side to see if he was right. His hand came away dry.
He smirked. Yup, he had stopped bleeding. He was going to be good as new in no time.
“Good thing that fucker missed my vital organs,” Scott muttered to himself.
He straightened up when Christine came back into the kitchen. She was holding a first aid box.
“Is the little guy asleep?” Scott asked.
“Yes. Darren's sleeping now.” Christine had to put down the first aid box and wrap her arms around herself to stop herself from shaking so much. “Thank you, Scott. You saved my son. I...”
She pressed her hand to her mouth to stopper a wrenching sob. She had been holding herself together, refusing to give in to her fear and panic. Her only aim had been to save her son.
But now the full horror of the night came crashing down on her. Christine doubled over and started to cry.
“I could have lost Darren. The monster almost killed him,” she cried, tears streaming down her face.
“I'm sorry,” she sobbed when Scott stood and pulled her into his arms. “I'm so sorry.” She dabbed furiously at her eyes. “God! What am I doing? I should be tending to you. Instead, I'm just a useless, blubbering mess...”
“Do you know how incredibly brave you are?” Scott said, holding her shoulders. “You saved your son...”
She shook her head and swiped roughly at her tears. “I didn't. You did, Scott. You saved us. Ah, I should stop crying right now,” she scolded herself.
She took a deep breath and said, “You're hurt. I should get your wounds cleaned up...”
“My wounds have already cleaned themselves up.” Scott winked and said, “Don't believe me? See for yourself.”
She lifted his tattered shirt and gasped when she saw the dried blood. That gaping gash at his side had healed to just a thin red line. It looked like he had suffered a shallow cut, nothing more.
Her fingers fluttered over his torso. When Scott inhaled a sharp breath, she drew her hand back swiftly.
“No,” Scott growled, catching her wrist. “I want you to touch me.”
A blush crept over her cheeks as she swallowed. Lowering her eyes, she reached out and ran her fingers across his abdomen and tentatively up his chest.
Slowly, she explored the solid muscles on his body, her breaths fluttering over his skin. Scott watched her, resisting the urge to crush her to him.
Finally, she stepped away, looking a little dazed. “T-there's a shower beside my bedroom,” she said. “I have some spare clothes. You can shower while I clean up the place.”
“I'll help you clean up.”
Before she could protest, Scott went on, “But you have to help me with something.”
Her head jerked up. “Of course.”
“Great.” Scott grinned triumphantly. “Come on then.”
“What do you need me to help you with?” Christine asked, confused.
“I need you to help me shower.”
CHAPTER NINE
Christine could feel her cheeks burning as she tried to stammer out a reply. An image of Scott's hard, naked body under a shower flashed in her mind, and she let out a whimper. She could see the water droplets trailing down his long, muscular body, and her breath hitched as she pictured herself in the shower with him.
Her imagination was doing her no favors. In her mind, she could see them both wet and naked, and their hands and mouths were doing wicked, sinful things to each other…
“Christine.”
She jerked and blinked rapidly as Scott called her name. When she met his eyes, she saw that his sexy lips were curved in a smug smile. He was watching her with a knowing glint in his eye.
Putting both hands to her face, hoping to hide the tell-tale blush, Christine backed away, almost tripping over an overturned side table.
Scott's hand flew out and caught her. He held her by the elbows to steady her. His intense, smoldering gaze never left her face. Very gently and slowly, he guided her into his arms.
She went willingly, her body gravitating towards his even as her scrambled brain sounded a half-hearted, feeble warning. His touch warmed her and comforted her, and for the first time in a very long time, she felt safe.
She had been on her own for so long, and she had to stay strong and independent for her baby. She was a mother, a breadwinner, a protector. She had to take care of Darren, and everything she did, every decision she made, was for her young son. She was a single parent, and she was determined to be a great parent.
But at this moment, with Scott's strong arms around her, Christine allowed the impenetrable armor that she had built around herself to crack just a little.
She had been burned before. She was careful not to let anyone get too close and hurt her again. She would not allow herself to be vulnerable, and be hurt and trodden upon again.
Her son needed her,
depended on her. For both their sakes, she had to stay strong and tough.
Christine's head fell forward as she leaned on Scott. She closed her eyes and exhaled a long sigh. It felt so good to be with someone, someone who cared.
“Come on. We could both use a nice, long shower,” Scott whispered into her hair. “Don't worry, I won't bite. Unless you want me to.”
She could hear the smile in his voice. Christine looked up and Scott winked at her. She laughed gently and took his hand. She liked Scott. He had just saved her and Darren from the awful monster, but he was so unassuming, sweet and warm. She could feel the coiled power and strength in him. The man had a powerful wolf in him, but he was so gentle and careful with her and Darren. She liked his easy-going manner and sense of humor. Her nerves were all in tatters, but Scott seemed to know just what to say and do to put her at ease.
She blew out a long breath. She could do this. Yes, she should do this.
A nice, long shower never hurt anyone.
“You're right,” she said softly. “A shower would be good.”
Scott laced his fingers through hers and allowed Christine to lead him to the bathroom beside her bedroom.
Christine's bedroom was just beside the kitchen, and there was a spacious bathroom attached. Darren's cot was beside her bed. The guest rooms were all upstairs.
This room, this space, belonged to her and her son. It was their special space, their private quarters, away from the guests.
Christine had never let anyone into her bedroom. This space belonged only to her and Darren.
But tonight, she was going to break her own rules.
She was letting Scott in.
She knew where this would lead.
He would end up in her bed.
Would that be so bad? Would having Scott in her bed be a bad thing?
Christine hesitated. She didn't want to make the same mistake again.
But she knew that she didn't want to be alone. Not tonight. Not after what she'd just gone through.
She didn't want to be strong, tough and unbreakable. Just for tonight, she wanted to give in to her feelings, her desires and wants. She wanted to be a woman again.
They moved silently through her bedroom and Scott glanced at the tiny figure sleeping in the cot. His expression softened as he gazed at Darren.
Was that pride and affection that she saw in his eyes?
Christine pulled him soundlessly into the bathroom and eased the bathroom door closed. She left a little gap so that she could hear Darren's cries if he woke up.
Christine looked up and saw Scott staring at her with raw desire and yearning. He wanted her, desired her, and Christine felt the heat rolling off his huge, hard body in a wave.
She seemed to be drowning in that powerful wave of lust, want and hunger.
Christine blinked rapidly, trying to clear her head.
But before she could back away, Scott yanked her to him and crushed his mouth over hers.
CHAPTER TEN
Scott groaned as Christine's lips parted and she wound her arms around his neck. Her soft, curvy body pressed against his, driving him wild. Christine kissed him back softly, shyly at first, but soon she tossed all her inhibitions out the window and gave as good as she got.
The sweet, curvy little blonde was hot as hell. Scott had always been attracted to strong women, and Christine was the strongest, bravest, most amazing woman he had ever met.
She had fought a monster straight out of her worst nightmares. She didn't back down, and she didn't let her fear stop her. In fact, the feisty little human was unstoppable. It was clear that nothing would keep her from her baby.
Christine was human, but she was as fierce and protective as a she-wolf when it came to her child. She would kill for her son, and she would give up her life in a heartbeat if it meant her son would be safe.
Scott growled. No harm would come to Christine and Darren, he swore. He protected what was his. And Christine and Darren were his.
Scott tightened his arms around Christine and she moaned sweetly into his mouth. The fabric between them was driving him insane. He needed to feel her bare skin against his, taste her hot, feminine juices on his tongue and feel her pussy clench and pulse around his shaft. He wanted her so much he was going to explode.
Christine whimpered as he thumbed her pebbled nipples through her flannel pajamas and bra. Her pajamas were torn in several places, and there were mud and blood stains on her sleeves.
When Christine raised her hand to cup his jaw, Scott snarled when he saw the bruises and cuts on her fingers. “I'm okay,” she whispered, when she saw him glaring at her injuries. “Really.”
Scott stared at her for a moment. She was so beautiful, it made his entire body ache just looking at her. There were broken leaves and sand in her hair, and there were scratches all over her face, neck and arms but he had never seen a more beautiful, breathtaking female in his life.
He wanted her. Not just for tonight. He wanted her forever.
Scott unbuttoned her shirt swiftly and unhooked her bra. He knelt down and slid her pants and panties down her legs. As her clothes pooled on the bathroom floor, Scott sucked in a breath at the sight of Christine standing naked before him.
With a growl, Scott shed his clothes and pulled Christine into the shower with him.
Kissing her, he turned on the water and adjusted the water temperature expertly with one hand. His other hand pressed Christine possessively against him, his fingers stroking her silky smooth skin.
As the water pelted his back, Scott pressed Christine against the tiled wall and kissed her. He kneaded her generous breasts with both hands, brushing his thumbs across the sensitive peaks. Christine made soft cries of pleasure and arched her back.
Sliding his hand between her legs, Scott massaged her clit and explored her slick, wet folds. His eyes almost crossed when he slipped a finger inside her. “Christine,” he gritted out. “You're so tight.”
He wanted to bury himself deep inside her, and feel her feminine heat envelope every inch of him. But he had to get her ready. He was a big man, and he didn't want to hurt her.
Christine was panting hard, one leg hooked around his hip. The tip of his erection was pressing against her pussy, and she was moving, grinding mindlessly against him.
Scott uttered a hoarse cry when she wrapped her fist around his cock. His palms slapped on the wall and he tensed and braced himself when she began to pump him. He loved the way she touched him, how sure and firm her strokes were.
Scott saw Christine lick her lips as she stared at his huge, hard cock in her hand. Before he could stop her, she lowered herself to her knees and slipped the head of his cock into her mouth.
Scott held himself still as she looked up at him. Christine moved her head, taking him deeper into her mouth, all the while holding his gaze. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen.
She swirled her tongue around the crown, tasting his pre-cum. Slowly, she slid her hands up his corded thighs and teased his balls with her fingers.
Scott saw the smirk on her face. She was kneeling in front of him, but he was completely at her mercy. Christine was the one in control right now, and she knew it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Christine had never felt so bold, so wanton and free. She hadn't had a man in so long, and she had been so focused on her son that she had neglected her own needs and desires.
She was a woman, and her woman bits had all awakened with a vengeance.
She had almost forgotten how it felt to be touched by a man, to be wanted and desired. Her eyes had almost popped out of her skull at the magnificent sight of Scott's body. The man was chiseled perfection, and she had drunk in the sight of him greedily. Oh, she wanted to drink something else of him too. Having him in her mouth, licking away his restraint and control, watching him fight a losing battle against his lust, gave her a thrill of victory and satisfaction.
Christine experienced a heady, delirious, almost addictive sense of powe
r at having a strong, virile man like Scott succumb to her.
But Christine didn't delude herself. She knew that she had control only because Scott surrendered his control to her. He held himself back and let her take charge, but he wasn't a submissive. He was dominant and self-assured, and he was a predator. A wolf.
Christine let her hands roam across his back and tight buttocks. She wanted to savor every inch of this delicious male. Maybe the trauma and ordeal she had just gone through had pumped adrenaline into her veins, making her senses come alive. Maybe the close shave that she had just had with death made her realize how precious and fragile life was. She had to seize every bit of pleasure and joy that came her way. Her life was hard enough. Surely she could let her hair down for just one night and indulge herself.
Scott would leave soon. He had come at the right time, and he had saved her. He was just an extremely sexy, good Samaritan. But he didn't belong to her. He was the Beta of the Sentinels.
He would soon return to his pack, his duties, his life. But that was all right. She had her life too. She had her son, and that was all that mattered. Scott wasn't going to be in their lives. But he could be in her bed for one night.
Christine gasped when Scott lifted her up and kissed her deeply. She let all her doubts and worries melt away as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. She wasn't going to think about anything tonight. Tonight, she just wanted to feel. She wanted to feel everything with Scott.
Scott supported her weight by cupping his large hands over her buttocks. Christine felt his cock press against the entrance of her slit and she undulated her body. But Scott wouldn't be tempted. He took his time, kissing her out of her mind as he slowly rubbed his chest across her aching, erect nipples.
Christine let out a sound of frustration. His cock was still poised at her entrance, but he wouldn't penetrate her. She needed to feel him inside her. Now.
“Fuck me,” she panted. “Just fuck me, Scott.”
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