“What the hell are you doing?” I snapped. His silent scream turned into an anguished moan as he pulled his finger out. It was smeared with his blood.
“The bullet is silver,” he said through clenched teeth. “It will have to come out.”
“Well, of course it has to come out. But not with your dirty finger. The hole will get infected.”
“The only thing that can make a werewolf’s wound fester rather than heal is silver,” he said, raking a hand through his messy, black waves. How could the man make snarled hair look so damned sexy?
“Take it out,” he said. “Please.”
My eyes widened. “Me? I don’t know anything about taking out a bullet. I don’t even know what half the shit in my First Aid kit is for.”
“Do you have a knife?”
My head shook back and forth rapidly. “No. No way.”
“You went camping without a knife?”
“I have a knife. I’m just not about to use it on you.”
“A reassuring thought, though there would be no danger to me if you did. Not unless the knife was silver or plated.”
“We should get you to a hospital,” I said, folding my arms over the single fastened button to stop a sudden shiver. “A doctor can take the bullet out surgically.”
“I think you know why that isn’t possible.” His head rolled to the side so he could glance at the wound. “Please do this. I will heal rapidly if you cut the bullet out. If you don’t, I will lose my arm in a matter of days.”
I sucked in a breath at this. His eyes, which were dimming to a much duller, almost grayish glow, pleaded his case. I’d tried to save the wolf, after all. Shouldn’t I try to save the man?
“Let me get some stuff,” I said. “Stay here.” Not that he seemed in any shape to go anywhere else.
After a couple minutes of dashing around, I returned with a towel and wet washrag, the First Aid kit, both of my flashlights, and a small hunting knife.
I spread the towel beneath his shoulder and propped one of the flashlights nearby to direct more general light than the faux lantern provided. I sat beside him with the knife in my hand, not sure what to do. I pointed the other flashlight beam directly at the wound.
“I can’t even see the bullet. How am I supposed to get it out?”
“It’s deep. Cut down until you find it.”
I gripped the knife handle tightly and held it over the wound. The blade looked huge compared to the bullet hole. My hand began to quiver.
“I can’t do this,” I whispered, shutting my eyes as I pictured cutting through his magnificent flesh. “I don’t even have anything to numb the pain. You’ll suffer.”
“I’m suffering now.” The inflection in his voice left no doubt of that.
With a nod, I sucked in a deep breath and dug into the wound. He cried out and stiffened as the knife sliced down, and I used the tip to search until I felt it tap against metal. Blood flowed bright red over his chest and onto the towel as I worked, cutting down beneath where the bullet had lodged deep in his shoulder. Elijah was trying desperately not to thrash around with fair success, and not to scream with only partial success. The agony I was causing flooded out from him in waves, and I had to blink away the hot tears that fell onto his chest so they wouldn’t blur my vision.
“I’m sorry,” I said tearfully as I edged the blade tip beneath the bullet. “I’m so sorry.”
It took a few tries, but I finally got the bullet out of him. By then, the wound was flapped open wide and bleeding profusely. I clamped the damp rag down on it to staunch the flow.
“Thank you,” he said, and while he definitely sounded weak and shaky, there was an overwhelming relief that I knew both of us felt.
My limbs wobbled as I cleared everything away and left to clean up, returning to paw through the First Aid kit. The bleeding had stopped, thankfully, and I did a piss-poor, but well-intentioned job of bandaging up the damage.
“There’s some aspirin in here,” I said, holding up a bottle of pills from the kit. “And I brought some beer. It might help a little.”
He shook his head.
I sighed. “I wish there was something else I could do to ease the pain.”
“There is.” He paused, and my brow arched. “Let me make love to you.”
I shot up off the air bed so fast that the First Aid kit toppled to the floor. “And we’re back to that again? You don’t even know my name.”
“You’re a beautiful, compassionate woman who helped me even after learning what I am.”
“That doesn’t mean I want to sleep with you.” The fact that he was so damn virile might, however.
“I wasn’t lying when I said sex would help heal me. It’s an instinctive drive for my kind when we’re injured.”
This was evident by the fact that his cock had revived and was throbbing against his waist. His sheer, masculine perfection, smeared and dirty as it was, resonated deep enough in my libido to make me want to act on his request, whether or not he was telling the truth. But a one-night stand with a werewolf?
I cleared a suddenly hoarse throat. “So I’m supposed to believe that a man in no shape to move, let alone fuck, will miraculously rally if I let him stick his dick in me? Just how gullible do I look?”
“You don’t look gullible. You look irresistible.”
His cock jerked as if nodding in agreement. His eyes were glowing bright again, and they raked over me seductively. I realized I still only had one button closed on my shirt, and I clutched the edges together. My heart was pounding like crazy, and not because I felt threatened that he might force the issue. I was afraid that I might actually go along with this.
Hi hand skimmed down over the taut, ridged muscles of his stomach to slide over his erection, and my heart nearly stopped. “Please, Shawna,” he murmured.
I gasped. “How do you know my name? Can you read minds, too?”
“It’s written on your bag.”
I glanced at the tag on my duffel and felt ridiculous.
Elijah pushed himself up with his good arm and scooted so he sat on the edge of the bed. “You will enjoy it. I promise.”
I had little doubt of that. Just looking at his sculpted body was enough to make my cunt spasm with need.
“You’re not going to eat me or turn me into a werewolf or anything, are you?” I asked, wondering if I was really about to fuck a total stranger who wasn’t even human.
He reached for my hand, and I let myself be pulled closer, in between his knees. “You might feel tired afterward, but you won’t become a werewolf. As for eating you—most definitely. But only to make you scream with pleasure.”
Those final words seized control of my body, sending tingles along my spine. Elijah used his good hand to release my lone button and part my shirt with reverence. My nipples tightened under his gaze. With a light, teasing touch, he ran his fingers over my stiff, throbbing nipples, pinching and tugging each until a warm gush of heat flooded between my legs. My hands threaded into his long hair while he kissed his way down past my navel, pressing his hot mouth against the front of my panties. My legs nearly gave out as his tongue laved against the silky fabric, sending my clit into a fierce throb. Even injured with one arm hanging limply at his side, Elijah proved himself more adept at bringing my body to life than any other man had managed while fully functioning.
After working his tongue along my panty-covered slit until I thought I might go insane, Elijah tugged the last bit of fabric down roughly, almost hard enough to tear the seams. My stomach jumped with anticipation as I stepped out of them, baring my pussy. Fuck, the things that man’s tongue did to me were inhuman, swirling over my clit and plunging deep into my soaking cunt until I could barely hold myself upright. Each pass with that tongue drove a louder cry from my throat until I was sure that all the surrounding woods knew exactly what was going on.
I wanted to come so bad that my cunt ached, but I wanted to do it with his monster cock jammed deep inside me. So when I edge
d too high near the abyss of pleasure, I pushed him away and bent over him.
“Get on your back, Wolf,” I said in my most demanding, sinister tone.
His eyes flashed bright yellow. “No. I will have your pleasure first.”
It was odd, the way his speech fluctuated back and forth from modern to archaic. “You’ll have it when I’m riding that hot cock. Do it, Elijah. I know you’re hurting. Let’s not delay that one fucking minute longer. I need you inside me. Now.”
Had his shoulder not been bandaged, I would have brutally shoved him down to prove the point. My urgency was a bit unsettling. I was no dead fish in bed, but this was way out of my norm. Sleeping with a werewolf might not change me into one, but I was definitely embracing my primal nature more than I had ever dared.
The smoldering smile he gave me in return ignited my insides, and he slowly, sensuously scooted back and lowered himself flat. I straddled his thighs like the bitch in heat that I was, gripping his firm meat in my palm and squeezing it until the head of his dick was shiny and purple. I was so damn wet that he slipped in readily, and the more I lowered myself over that cock, the more I realized that he was going to bottom out much deeper than I’d ever felt before. And it was unbelievably good.
When I sank all the way down to rest on his hips, I let out a long, low moan and sat there for a minute, my head tossed back and eyes closed so I could focus wholly on the sensation of having him fill me. His cock throbbed and pulsed, and my cunt walls contracted around him in response. Elijah’s breathing was ragged, and his good hand gripped my hip tightly, as though he were struggling to maintain his composure.
Ten seconds later, neither of us had any.
Words lack the ability to fully explain what happened when I began rocking my hips, and to say it was my best sex ever doesn’t begin to cover it. With that first coupling, we were very much together, yet each alone and separate as we writhed and rocked and slammed against one another in pursuit of sensations I, for one, had never come close to feeling. As his body penetrated mine, I absorbed some of his potent, aggressive energy, and the more of him I took in, the harder I ground my hips, trying to shove more of Elijah inside my being.
We moved as separate entities for a while, each using the other selfishly and animally for our own pleasure. When I rubbed my clit against his pelvis, however, he met my gaze and fell into my rhythm. He reached up and took hold of my bouncing tits, squeezing my nipples and swearing with each violent slam of my hips. Some of his profanity came out in a language I’d never heard, yet I felt the intent of it, heard the feral need in his tone. My fingernails dug into his upper shoulders as I fucked that long cock, driving it relentlessly against my pussy walls until I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I sat up and covered the hand he was using to grope my breast, tossed my head back and screamed out his name. Orgasm not only shattered my reality, it reshaped it completely. I kept rocking my body against him, jamming this new world order inside me while climax shook every molecule.
“Elijah,” I cried as my body quivered with ecstasy. “Elijah.”
I was barely coming down off my sexual high when he grabbed my ass, shoved me harder against him, and let out a roar of what I can only call agonized, desperate relief. His climax slammed into both of us, the power of it pushing me up again to ride over the crest of a new wave of ecstasy. His cum let him glide so easily inside me as we finished, and while his posture and expression afterward made his satisfaction clear, his cock stayed firm even after I pulled away and collapsed beside him.
I could barely catch my breath, and sweat cooled on my body quickly with the chill in the night air. Snuggling against his uninjured side, I draped an arm over his waist and pressed a kiss to his damp chest. As soon as I’d done it, he stiffened, and I felt an odd, awkward twinge. Though we’d shared something erotically powerful, my gesture seemed way out of sync. It was affectionate, whereas what we’d just done together had been anything but. He’d never even kissed me.
I kicked myself mentally for acting like such a sappy, romantic fool. Embarrassed as hell, I tried to wriggle away from him gracefully, but he pulled me tighter against him.
“Thank you,” he whispered as he pulled my unzipped sleeping bag over us.
My arms could barely heft the weight of the blanket when I tried to tug it higher beneath my chin. My limbs had suddenly grown so heavy. Between the hard labor of setting up camp, the fresh air, my dramatic rescue efforts, and the wild drilling I’d just been at the helm of, my body was shutting down from sheer exhaustion.
I wanted to ask Elijah whether my sex was truly helping him heal, but I couldn’t seem to speak. My eyes drifted shut, and the world closed in around my tent until my mind was full of nothing but memories of the feral, madly arousing noises he had made while I had ridden him. Then I was fast asleep.
***
Elijah woke me a few brief hours later. He was on all fours above me, supporting his weight on his arms while his hair brushed my collarbones and his tongue worked wicked magic on my nipples. I arched against his mouth as my clit began pounding for him all over again.
“You must be feeling better,” I whispered, following that up with a prompt moan at the shockwaves his teeth caused by grazing one of my nipples.
The strain in his voice was palpable when I got a one-word reply. “Yes.”
When he raised his head to stare down at me, the golden fire in that intense gaze locked to mine and threatened never to let go. My breath froze right in my throat as he stripped the rest of the sleeping bag away from me and pushed himself between my thighs. He positioned himself roughly, and there was no point in protesting I needed the usual warm-up to get wet enough for the large cock throbbing beneath his belly. My cunt was dripping and ready. It seemed my body had known what the man was up to long before my brain had gotten the memo.
His thrust to get inside me was impatient, forceful, and accompanied by a grunt that immediately raised the hair on my arms. Elijah was so purely, uncompromisingly male that I almost couldn’t stand it. He touched a primal, recessive instinct in me, one where a woman seeks a strong man to drag her off to his cave. A hunter who would provide for her and take what he wanted in exchange, regardless of what she had to say about it.
The prospect sent a thrill down my spine.
His arms were straight as he penetrated me deep, a position that would have afforded me an inspiring view of his chest if the tent hadn’t been steeped in total darkness. The batteries in my lanterns were brand new, so Elijah must have been out of bed at some point to turn them off. His eyes were like beacons in the still of the night, their glow faintly highlighting his sleek, tense jaw and the tousled hair hanging down as he fucked me. I reached up to feel that hard chest, skimming my fingers over his small, pebbled nipples even as my own poked up hard and proud from his heated attentions. He growled in his throat when I pinched his nipples, an almost-human sound that danced through my clit while his pelvis rubbed it with each delicious stroke.
“Harder,” I whispered into the dark, pulling my legs back to give him even deeper access.
That seemed to unhinge him. He lowered himself onto me, nuzzling my neck as he rammed his cock in and out. I thought he meant to kiss me, but instead I heard him inhaling my scent and breathing raggedly against my ear. His scent assaulted me as well, wild and free with an air of woods and sweat and masculine pheromones that spurred me into bucking my hips against his every stroke.
“Shawna,” he purred into my ear, and that voice triggered another powerful climax. I cried out and clutched the back of his shoulders while I shuddered and came. Jesus, this man could make me orgasm like the fast and the furious!
My cunt clenching hard around his rod shot him off, and with a fierce rumble in his chest, he stiffened up and called out his release.
Our chests slid over one another as we heaved in desperate breaths, waiting as his cock finished jerking and spurting before he pulled out and dropped beside me. Without so much as
a word, he yanked the blanket over my sweaty body and then rolled over, leaving me feeling a little abandoned and even more confused. Nevertheless, fatigue soon won out over my wild conjecture, and I flopped over on my stomach and let sleep take me.
I didn’t open my eyes again until the nylon tent fabric brightened with morning light, announcing the arrival of dawn. Panic set in immediately when a glance around showed that I was alone. There was no way to convince myself that Elijah’s existence had been no more than a crazy dream. The musk of sex clung to my nostrils, and my cunt was sticky with fluids and definitely feeling the aftermath of half-crazed intercourse. He had been real, all right. He’d just left me.
A thick cloud of disappointment descended. What had I expected, really? When it came right down to it, I’d rescued an animal, apparently cured it by rather unconventional means, and as soon as it was well enough, it had gone back into the wild. Still, this wasn’t like the time I’d saved a baby bird and nursed it until the day it flew off, leaving me with a sad sort of accomplishment. A distinct ache settled into my muscles, all of which were feeling the loss of Elijah’s always-ready, godlike body.
I shut my weary eyes again and tuned into the sounds of the woods around me, listening closely for any sign of Elijah. Birds chirped happily while the trees rustled with breezes or the brush of passing deer and other small animals, but nothing else. Sleep seemed like the best way to cope with the sudden disappearance, and I fell into it gratefully.
When I woke up again, the air in the bedroom compartment felt thick and stifling. Daylight blazed through the nylon sides of the tent now, and I got up stiffly and dressed without the enthusiasm I’d felt when I’d first arrived. The prospect of coffee, flapjacks, and bacon in the great outdoors had lost much of its shine, and I stomped around a little pissed at myself for it. I’d gone to all the trouble of dragging half a sporting goods store out to the woods because I’d wanted to prove I wouldn’t allow a man to spoil my enjoyment of camping. And now, another man had done just that.
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