Wolf in Her Bed

by N. J. Walters

  Armand pushed out of bed and strode the attached bathroom. He flicked on the overhead light and started the water running in the large tub. He was glad now he’d opted to have both a bath and shower instead of just a big-ass shower stall.

  When he returned to the bedroom, Anny had pulled a corner of the comforter over her, covering her body. He frowned and strode toward her. Was she cold? Was she still shy around him? That just wouldn’t do. He tossed the comforter aside, ignoring her gasp of outrage and lifted her into his arms.

  “You don’t need to hide from me,” he told her. “And if you’re cold, the bath will warm you up in no time.” He carried her into the bathroom and stepped over the rim of the deep tub, lowering both of them into the water.

  Anny shivered, and it wasn’t because she was cold. How could she be chilled when she was surrounded by hot water and Armand’s heat? They’d just made love again. No, they’d had sex.

  But it had been more than just sex, hadn’t it?

  Oh, she was totally confused and absolutely exhausted. Her life had been tipped upside down these past few weeks. How had she gone from her quiet, boring life to sitting in a bathtub with a werewolf? It was astounding really.

  She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to Armand’s strength. He picked her up as easily as most people would lift a glass of water. And he was always touching her. Little pats and caresses. She wasn’t even sure he was aware he was doing it.

  The overhead light was particularly bright and she blinked several times, letting her eyes adjust to it. As bathrooms went, it was really lovely. The floors were covered with dark earth-toned tiles and the walls around the tub and shower were the same tile in a lighter shade. The vanity was a slab of granite, the fixtures brushed nickel. It was a very masculine space. It suited him.

  Armand leaned forward and turned off the water. Silence surrounded them as the water lapped against the edge of the tub. “Relax,” he told her. “I’ll take care of you.”

  While that sounded incredibly tempting, Anny knew she couldn’t depend on anyone but herself. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to take a few moments to regroup. Her body was still thrumming from her two orgasms. Armand was just as sexually explosive as she remembered. Her body responded to his every touch, yearned for it, reached for it.

  She shivered again.

  Armand closed his arms around her, urging her back until her head lolled against his chest. He kissed the top of her head and her temple.

  Anny swallowed hard as desire bubbled up within her. What was it about Armand that turned her into a sex fiend? She couldn’t blame it on being bitten. She’d been horny the first time they’d spent the night together.

  She closed her eyes for a moment. The picture of Armand over her, biceps bulging, shoulder muscles straining to support his body as he thrust his thick cock into her pussy over and over and over had heat flushing through her. She swallowed hard and opened her eyes. The man should come with a warning label. It wasn’t fair that she was so susceptible to him.

  Of course, he seemed to be just as taken with her. At least she thought he was. It was hard to tell. Maybe it was just a male-werewolf thing.

  “What are you thinking so hard about?”

  No way was she sharing her lascivious thoughts. She shrugged. “Just wondering what comes next.” It wasn’t really a lie. She did wonder what was going to happen.

  Armand sighed, his warm breath fluffing her hair. “What happens next is you get well and I protect you.”

  She leaned to the side so she could see his face. “I have to go back to work next week, you know. I’ve only got a few more days off.”

  The black scowl on Armand’s face made him look extra menacing. The scars on his cheek appeared more pronounced and his dark eyes narrowed. Obviously, he wasn’t happy with her announcement.

  “Until the threat is over, you stay here.”

  She sat upright and frowned right back at him. “I can’t.”

  He caught her by the shoulders and pulled her toward him until their noses were touching. “You don’t have a choice.”

  “Of course I do. I have to work.” She couldn’t afford to lose her job. She had a mortgage and bills to pay like everyone else.

  “And what if your going back to work leads Remy to some of your students. I guarantee that the old man doesn’t care who he kills.”

  Oh God, she hadn’t thought of that. How could she put her students, innocent kids in danger? The hard fact of the matter was she couldn’t. Even if it meant losing everything she’d ever worked for.

  “I have some sick time accumulated. I can take another week.” It wasn’t much, but she hoped it would be enough. Surely the situation would be settled by then.

  Armand released his grip on her shoulder and eased her back against his chest. Something hard and long dug into her lower back. She sat up and glanced down at the water. Yup, sure enough, his shaft was erect again.

  She should have remembered from the night they’d spent together just how fast Armand recovered from sex.

  He grinned at her and her heartbeat fluttered. The twinkle in his eye made her nipples tighten. He looked so much younger, not nearly as hard as he usually did.

  “You do that to me,” he told her. He reached for a cake of soap and rubbed it between his hands until frothy bubbles appeared. He dumped the soap back onto the side of the tub and reached for her.

  He started at her neck, careful of her injury. He ran his soapy hands down her forearms to her wrists and back up the underside. Over her collarbone and around her breasts. They became white-covered mounds with her pink nipples peaking out the top.

  His hands continued lower, over her torso and stomach. He paid particular attention to her scars before moving down her thighs. He stroked inward on the return trip, just grazing her inner thighs before moving his attention back to her breasts.

  “Are you tired?” he asked.

  “A little.” Honestly, she was exhausted, but every time he touched her, she pushed it aside for something even more powerful—sexual arousal.

  He started to remove his hands, but she caught them and moved them back to her breasts. “Touch me.” She wanted to feel his hands on her, arousing her, taking her.

  Anny wasn’t sure what was driving her—fear of tomorrow, her growing feelings for Armand or the other presence she felt living inside her. She didn’t want to admit out loud that she really believed a wolf now resided inside her. But there was no denying the creature’s presence. And the wolf wanted Armand. Badly.

  Her feelings for him were getting all mixed up with that of the wolf until Anny wasn’t sure what she felt anymore, other than the fact she wanted him. That was honest. That was real.

  He closed his hands over her breasts and circled his palms against her nipples. The sensitive nerves exploded with sensation. Heat flooded through her, pooling deep in her belly.

  He thumbed the turgid tips, flicking them lightly until they were almost painfully tight. “I love your breasts.” He emitted a low growl that sent the most delicious shivers running though her. “The way they respond to my every touch.”

  He turned her until she was kneeling, her legs outside his. As she straddled his lap, he cupped water in his hands and rinsed the soap from her skin. The warm liquid was almost painful against her aroused flesh. A single bead clung to the tip of one of her nipples. Armand made a deep humming sound and leaned forward, catching the drop with his tongue.

  Anny moaned and thrust her breast closer. Armand closed his lips over the tip and sucked. She flattened her hands against his chest for support as he laved the nipple before moving on to do the same to the other one.

  She arched back and just absorbed every delectable sensation running through her. Something nudged her belly and she glanced down. Armand’s cock poked above the waterline. The bulbous head was thick and red. She reached for his shaft and palmed it. He groaned and pushed his dick harder against her hand.

  She wrapped her fingers around his hard length, on
ce again marveling at the dichotomy of something so soft yet so hard at the same time. She traced the heavy bluish vein that ran the length of his shaft, tracing it from base to the head and back again.

  Armand gave the tip of her breast one final flick with his tongue before sitting back against the end of the tub. His eyes were partly closed, but she could see the passion swimming in them. He looked feral, primal, male.

  She scooted back and lowered her head. Beneath her, Armand tensed. She ran her tongue around the head of his cock, tracing her tongue over the sensitive rim. He groaned and arched upward. She took advantage and sucked him deep. She could only stay there a moment. The water was too deep for her to take all of him. Still, she could certainly play with him and tease him, give him back some of the pleasure he’d given her.

  Plus, she enjoyed touching him.

  She placed her hands on his sculpted chest and leaned toward it. She licked droplets of water from his salty skin. He groaned when her tongue found his flat nipples. The head of his cock flexed and bumped against her as if to remind her it was still there.

  She worked her way downward, kissing and caressing the thick slabs of muscle. Then she gripped his cock again, feeling the hot pulse of it against her palm. She dipped her free hand beneath the water and found his testicles. Gripping them gently, she massaged the hard sac.

  “Merde.” He tipped back his head and sucked in a breath. “Fuck, Anny, that feels good.”

  She leaned down and licked the slit at the tip of his cock, tasting his salty, musky essence. She circled the head, licking at it like it was an all-day sucker.

  Armand reached out and dipped a hand between her thighs. She moaned when his clever fingers found her clit and teased the hard nub. It turned into a gasp when he thrust two fingers deep into her core.

  As quickly as that, she was on the edge of coming again.

  “I want you in me.”

  He suited action to her words by gripping her waist and lifting her over him. “Put me inside you.”

  Anny guided the head of his shaft, angling it toward her opening. The slickness from the water and her arousal made it easy for him to slip inside. He pulled her hips downward, filling her in one stroke.

  They both gasped and Anny fell forward into his arms. He banded them around her and began to thrust and retreat. It was only a few inches at a time, but it was enough. She was aroused, but she was also tired, her energy stores almost totally depleted.

  Armand rocked them both and, in spite of the exhaustion tugging at her, she could feel the familiar signs of impending orgasm. Armand kissed her jaw and nipped at the curve of her neck. Considering she’d been bitten by a wolf, it should have frightened her. Instead, she found herself arching her neck in invitation.

  That, more than anything, showed her just how much she instinctively trusted him.

  Then it was too late to think anything at all. He buried his cock deep and gently bit her neck at the same time. Anny came, her sheath rippling around his cock. She felt the jerk of his shaft and the hot flood of liquid inside her as he came. She rested in his arms, content to be there. This orgasm wasn’t as explosive as the others, but it was just as powerful. Content from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair, Anny didn’t have the strength to move.

  Time passed and the water began to cool. She shivered and Armand finally moved. He slid his semi-erect cock from her body and stood, lifting her easily. He stepped out of the tub, snagged a towel and wrapped it around her.

  It wasn’t easy, because just standing was almost beyond her. But he propped her against the vanity and dried her off before running the towel quickly over himself. The ends of her hair were wet, but she was too tired to care. He released the plug from the tub, and as the water began to drain, he tossed the towel aside and lifted her into his arms once again.

  Anny closed her eyes, too exhausted to talk or think. Cool sheets hit her back and she sighed. Armand rolled into bed beside her and gathered her into his arms. “Sleep.” He kissed her forehead and then her lips. “We’ll talk once you’ve rested.”

  She didn’t know what else there was to talk about. Exhaustion was making her loopy. She yawned and snuggled closer to his heat. Feeling safe for the first time since her attack, Anny slept.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Anny woke to the most delicious warmth surrounding her. She sighed and snuggled deeper into the covers. Then her pillow moved. It wasn’t a firm pillow beneath her head, but Armand’s muscled chest. She could hear his heartbeat, slow and steady. And the warmth she was feeling was radiating from his large body.

  “Good morning, chère.” His voice rumbled from deep in his chest. The vibration spread out through her entire body, giving her the tingles.

  Reluctantly, she pushed herself upright and stared down at him. “What time is it?”

  Armand glanced over her shoulder. “Just after six.”

  She turned and looked. Sure enough, there was a clock on the bedside table. “Six in the morning?” Had she slept through the afternoon and evening as well as the night?

  “Yeah.” Armand threw back the covers and rolled out of bed. He raised his arms and stretched them over his head before giving his body an allover shake. Anny tried not to stare, but it was impossible. All that smooth, hard muscle on display was too much for any woman to ignore. Not to mention the fact he was aroused.

  “How are you feeling?” He leaned across the bed and cupped her face in his hand.

  She mentally ran through her entire body and realized she was feeling much better. Sex and a good night’s sleep was obviously the cure for most of what ailed her. “Good. Stronger.”

  He touched the scars on her neck and bent down to kiss them. Anny bit her lip to keep from crying. The action was a tender one, totally at odds for such a huge, rough-looking man. He raised his head and smiled at her before kissing her on the lips.

  Sighing, she returned the morning kiss, savoring the sweetness of it.

  He straightened and stepped away from the bed. The man was stark naked. He hadn’t even reached for a pair of jeans to put on. She raised her hand and almost fanned her face, but she caught herself at the last second and gripped the sheet covering her instead.

  “Shy?” One corner of his mouth turned up, giving him the sexiest grin in the world.

  She shrugged, feeling self-conscious. “A little.” The words had a defiant edge. So what if she still wasn’t comfortable being naked around him. It was different when they were making love or having sex or whatever it was they did. It was altogether something else entirely when they were simply talking. She felt strange being naked. The sheet might not hide much, but it gave her some comfort.

  “Don’t worry. You’ll get over it.” Before she could come back with some retort, he turned serious. “I need to show you something. Don’t be afraid, okay?”

  She swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay.”

  Armand put his hands on his hips and studied her intently. Her gaze followed his hands, which of course led them to stray inward. His cock was thrust upward at full attention. She automatically licked her lips.

  He groaned and her eyes flew to his. He shook his head. “You keep that up and you’ll be flat on your back with me buried balls deep. And as much as I’d like that, you really have to see this.”

  Armand took another step away. “Watch and remember, don’t be afraid.”

  His jaw shifted and lengthened as Armand fell forward, catching himself on his hands. Anny gave a small cry of fear and pushed back against the headboard, getting as far away from him as she could.

  As she watched with growing horror, fur pushed through his skin to cover his entire body. His hands and feet became massive paws, his nose elongated into a snout. His ears grew, jutting from the top of his head. Two rows of extremely sharp teeth were visible when he opened his mouth.

  Holy shit!

  Anny was aware she was in danger of hyperventilating. Her breath was coming hard and fast, her lungs working overtime. Thi
s was the same kind of creature that had attacked her. Her hand flew to her neck.

  She rolled out of bed, taking the sheet with her. Stumbling to the corner, she held one hand out in front of her to ward the creature off. Not that it would do any good. Nothing short of a machine gun would help her now.

  She cringed, waiting for the giant wolf to attack.

  It sat on its haunches and stared at her through sad brown eyes. Anny took a deep breath to try and calm her rapid breathing and her racing heart. It was then she noticed the scars running down the wolf’s face, covering the entire left side of his muzzle. And the eyes that watched her so stoically were familiar as well. They were the same eyes that darkened with passion when they were in bed together.

  This was Armand.

  Intellectually, she’d known he was a werewolf, and she’d believed it too. But seeing it was something else all together. This made it real.

  The wolf whined and pawed at the floor.

  Okay, she could do this. She really had no choice. Burying her head in the sand and pretending this wasn’t real wouldn’t help her. She had to understand this new world she’d become a part of.

  She held out her hand. “Nice wolf. Please don’t eat me.” She had no idea how much Armand was in control and how much was simply the wild creature she saw before her. Did they share awareness? Was Armand even now in control?

  The wolf slowly walked toward her and sat at her feet. Not that it made him feel any less threatening. Even seated, the wolf could stare her in the eyes. He really was massive.

  He leaned inward, sniffed at her hand and then nudged it. Anny took the hint and rubbed the top of his head. He canted it to one side so she was touching behind his ear.

  This was incredible. No, it was totally unbelievable. She was actually touching a wolf. And not just any wolf, but a werewolf. Armand.

  “I don’t know if I’m totally out of my mind or if I’ve stepped into the Twilight Zone.” She moved her hand down over his neck to touch his flank, letting her fingers trail over his thick black fur. The wolf was really magnificent. Heavily muscled, strong and majestic.