Kamryn snorted. “That’s for sure. After Algar had shown me what he was—by shifting into his werewolf form without giving me any kind of warning—I freaked out and vowed to never see him again. Brand gave me two weeks before he barged into my hotel room and told me point-blank I belonged with Algar, and that he was taking me to him. He literally picked me up and carried me out the door.” Kamryn smiled. “But in the end, Brand did both Algar and me a favor by doing it. I don’t know if I would’ve otherwise had the courage to go back to Algar.”
Maggie took another sip of wine, not knowing how to respond to what Kamryn had said. She didn’t want to tell the other woman that Brand’s interference wouldn’t work this time with her. Maggie still couldn’t see herself spending all of eternity as Dolf’s mate. There would always be that one aspect of his life that would scare the hell out of her. She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to overcome it. No matter how much she found herself attracted to him.
After the three of them had emptied the bottle of wine, they decided it was late and they should go to bed. Kamryn went upstairs ahead of Maggie and Cydney while they took the dirty things to the kitchen. That task completed, Cydney showed her to the room she’d be sleeping in.
Maggie eyed the masculine looking furniture and décor. “This is the guest bedroom?”
Cydney gave her a little shove into the room. “Remember, it was a house full of men before the mates came into the picture. Get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.”
She thought she saw a devious look flash across her best friend’s face for a split second, but Cydney walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, before she could question her about it. Maggie crossed over to the king-sized bed. She put her bag on the floor near it and fished out her pajamas.
After using the en suite bathroom, Maggie turned down the covers on one side of the bed and climbed in. She’d had enough wine that finding sleep wouldn’t be a problem. Her eyes closed as a wave of tiredness washed over her. Even though she hadn’t been sure how the night would go, she’d enjoyed being around Cydney and the other women who lived here.
Just before Maggie was pulled into a deep sleep, she thought about the fact that she’d see Dolf at some point in the morning. Cydney had said she’d take care of him, and Maggie had no doubt her friend wouldn’t do anything to put her in a situation she didn’t want.
* * *
Dolf let Chris walk into the mansion ahead of him. He had to say his night of hunting had been very productive, thanks to Chris. The other man’s werewolf radar had worked twice more, leading them to a couple of prey, which Dolf took down. It looked as if Chris were their new secret weapon.
So much so, Dolf had high hopes Chris could eventually lead him straight to Stephen, the pack leader of the werewolves. Dolf badly wanted to make that piece of shit pay, slowly and painfully, for what he’d done to Maggie. Once he had his hands on Stephen, he’d make sure the werewolf wouldn’t have a quick death.
“I think I’ll head up for bed,” Chris said.
“Mine sounds good right about now too.”
Dolf crossed the foyer with the other man behind him and started up the stairs. He’d reached the halfway point when the one scent he never expected to smell in his home again hit him. He came to a stop so suddenly Chris ran into his back.
“What’s the matter, Dolf?”
He only said one word. “Maggie.”
Chris sniffed the air around them, then smiled. “She’s here.” But his face soon took on a worried expression. “Maggie doesn’t know about me. She’s going to wonder why I’m staying at the mansion.”
“We’ll worry about that in the morning. Go to bed, Chris.”
Not waiting for the other man’s response, Dolf climbed the rest of the stairs and followed Maggie’s scent directly to his closed bedroom door. He quietly opened it and slipped inside the room, closing it once again. He stood in the dark, staring at the figure lying on his mattress. How had Maggie ended up here, in his bed?
He made no sound as he crossed over to where she lay and looked down at her. She was on her back, a hand curled at the side of her face. Finding her here made his cock hard. It jerked as he ran his gaze over her covered body. The noble thing for him to do would be to wake her and ask her why she was in his bed. But he wasn’t feeling particularly noble at the moment. Not when he’d dreamed about her being exactly where she was now.
Dolf reached out, and with care not to awaken Maggie, he pulled the blankets down to the foot of the bed, uncovering her. He took in the oversized t-shirt and loose pajama bottoms she wore. They weren’t sexy, by any means, but they still turned him on. The urge to touch her, learn every inch of her body, beat inside him. He tried to resist, but in the end, she was just too tempting. And he didn’t know if he’d ever get this opportunity again. She was in his bed, after all.
He toed off his shoes and yanked his t-shirt over his head and off. Dolf climbed into bed beside her, lying on his side. He looked at Maggie, but she didn’t stir. Emboldened, he took the next step. He ran a caressing hand down from her collarbone to her breast and circled the nipple with the tip of his finger. Maggie sighed, but continued to sleep.
Shifting a little lower on the mattress, he slowly lifted the bottom of Maggie’s t-shirt until he bared her breasts. They were perfect, topped with rosy nipples he wanted to taste. His cock strained against the front of his jeans as he bent his head and flicked one of the tight peaks with the tip of his tongue. A soft moan escaped her.
Another quick check found her still lost in slumber. Bending his head for a second time, Dolf laved her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. He ran a hand down Maggie’s side to the top of her pajama bottoms. Her hips lifted as her breathing increased to a rapid pace. He gave her other breast the same attention, sucking it deep.
The scent of Maggie’s arousal filled his nose, making his cock throb painfully. He released her breast and watched for her reaction as he ran a finger under the waistband of her bottoms. Her hips rose off the mattress again, this time angled toward him. Returning to suckle at her breast, he pushed his hand lower, fingertips gliding over the smooth skin of her stomach, then inside her pants.
Dolf couldn’t stop himself from palming her sex. Slipping a digit between her legs, he found her more than wet. He bit back a growl of need as the tips of his fingers throbbed in time with his cock, his claws threatening to break through his skin.
He wanted more, so much more, but knew it wouldn’t be right to go any further with Maggie still deep asleep. She responded to his caresses, her wet pussy proved that. That didn’t mean he had the right to touch her anywhere else than he already had. But then, Maggie sank her fingers into his hair to hold him to her breast and whispered his name. Dolf found himself lost. He had to have more of her.
Chapter Six
Maggie felt washed away on a tide of desire. Her pussy was wet, demanding to be filled. She was having one hell of a dream. In it, Dolf touched her in the most intimate of places. Her nipples were taut, the sensation of a warm mouth sucking on them was almost too real to deny. Same with the thick strands of hair she currently clutched.
Then a finger slipped between the lips of her pussy, stroking her. She tried to spread her legs wider, but a hard body was pressed up against one. Maggie lifted her hips in invitation, craving a deeper touch. Needing it.
Her body seemed to go up in flames as another digit came into play, joining the first. They slid inside her core, moving in and out. She couldn’t resist riding them, wanting a deeper penetration. The mouth at her breast sucked harder while the fingers pumped faster. At the rate her arousal grew, it wouldn’t take much to send her into release. She moaned as her pussy became even wetter.
Her nipple was released, and a deep, gruff voice said, “Let go, Maggie. Come on my hand.”
That was enough to bring her fully awake. Maggie gasped when she realized it was truly Dolf who touched her, not a dream version of him. It hadn’t been a product
of her mind. He was stretched out next to her, his fingers deep inside her.
“Dolf,” she said, his name ending on a moan of pleasure as he continued to work in and out of her.
“Mine,” he answered before he sealed her lips with his.
Maggie immediately found herself drowning in the taste of Dolf when he pushed his tongue inside her mouth. He licked and sucked, ramping her arousal even higher. Any protest she might’ve made obliterated into nothing. She could no more deny herself his touch than she could the air she needed to breathe.
Dropping her hands from Dolf’s hair, she ran them over the bare skin of his back. He rolled so he lay half on top of her with a leg wedged between her thighs. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and used the tip of one to circle her clit. She clutched at him to bring him closer.
Dolf released her mouth and looked down at her. “I want you, Maggie. Please don’t tell me to stop.”
Whether it was because of what Brand had done earlier that day, or the fact the room was bathed in darkness and she couldn’t see Dolf’s face that well, Maggie realized she wanted this as much as he did. Her body was already too primed for him, wanting him to take her.
Taking a page from Cydney’s book, she reached down between their bodies and cupped Dolf’s hard cock. “I want you too.”
A low growl punched out of him as he reclaimed her lips in a kiss that was more demanding, more carnal, than the others. He rocked into her, pushing his shaft harder into her hand. An ache built deep inside her pussy. Dolf wasn’t a small man, by any means. He was thick and long and would fill her up completely.
Once he had her panting, arching against him, Dolf pulled away and tugged her t-shirt up and off over her head. Her pajama bottoms soon followed suit. She would’ve reached for his pants, but he shifted so he lay on top of her, his hips wedged between her legs. He placed kisses along her collarbone, then slowly worked his way downward. As he caressed her sides, Maggie felt his claws against her skin. She knew that was what they were, thanks to Cydney who’d taken it upon herself to tell her what would happen if she ever made love to Dolf. Surprisingly, Maggie didn’t feel freaked out. Lost in what he did to her, the sensation only seemed to add to her pleasure.
Lower he went, licking and kissing. Her stomach muscles quivered when he swirled his tongue into her bellybutton. By the time he reached her pussy, Maggie clutched the sheets beneath her to stop herself from moving. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, her body coiling tighter in anticipation as she waited for Dolf to touch her where she ached the most.
“I have to taste you,” he said in a hoarse voice. “I’ve dreamed of taking you with my mouth for too many nights to count.”
“Do it,” she panted, “now.”
Another low growl rumbled out of Dolf just before he licked her pussy from bottom to top. He pushed up her legs and spread her wider, then devoured her, pushing his tongue into her sex. Maggie moaned, grinding against him as he lapped up her juices. It wasn’t until he alternated between laving her clit and sucking on it did she feel her climax build. He growled again, the sound vibrating against her small bundle of nerves, which was enough to send her over the edge into release. Moaning Dolf’s name, she sank her fingers into his hair and held him to her as her inner walls clenched and released around nothing.
Dolf kept licking her until the last tremor subsided. He then rose between her legs and roughly undid his jeans. Even though she’d come, Maggie still want him, all of him. With hands that shook from the orgasm he’d given her, she tugged at the waistband of his pants, helping him take them off. Once he was as naked as she, Maggie wrapped her fingers around his straining cock. She pumped it up and down, the pre-cum leaking from the tip acting as a lubricant.
He groaned and rocked his hips. “I don’t think I can hold off anymore, Maggie. I have to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she said on a sigh.
She released his cock as Dolf shifted to lay between her spread thighs. The head of his shaft brushed up against her slick opening. They both moaned as he worked his way inside her pussy, inch by inch. Once he was fully sheathed, he set a steady pace of advance and retreat.
Maggie closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of Dolf’s cock filling her, deliciously stretching her core. The friction his erection caused along her inner walls, and against her clit with each stroke in, caused her body to become flooded with pleasure.
In and out, Dolf moved. Maggie wrapped her legs around his waist as he fucked her. The sound of their harsh breathing filled the room. She felt her body coiling tighter, readying itself for the onslaught of another orgasm. She tightened her pussy around Dolf’s plunging cock, eliciting a deep groan from him. His strokes became faster, his shaft growing harder.
“Come for me, Maggie,” he panted. “I want to feel your pussy clutching my cock.”
Maggie matched Dolf stroke for stroke and angled her hips so he rubbed her where it felt the best. Then with a quick indrawn breath, her climax tore through her. With a keening moan, she gave herself over to it. It seemed to go on and on forever.
Dolf took her harder, faster, straining for his own release. His erection grew even harder until it reached the point where their bodies became locked together. He supported his upper body with his hands and growled as he came, filling her with his cum. He collapsed on top of her, but held most of his weight on his bent arms, perhaps so he wouldn’t be too heavy for her. Dolf gave her a soft kiss, then moaned again as another jet of sperm hit her cervix. Maggie lifted her hips and found that his shaft didn’t move inside her.
She swallowed, still fighting to catch her breath from the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given her. “You really do…swell up.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Yeah. You okay with it? Not that I can do anything about it, since you’re my mate, and I’ll always react this way when we have sex.”
Maggie sucked in a breath as she felt his cock pulse again. “It seems Cydney has done a good job of preparing me for this. I knew it would happen.”
“Cydney told you what it would be like to sleep with me? I would’ve thought that you would’ve told her you didn’t want to hear it.”
She chuckled. “I did, the first three times she tried. By the fourth, I figured it would be easier to let her have her say and be done with it.”
Dolf rolled them so he lay on the bottom with her sprawled along him. Even though he still came in half minute intervals, his cock was slowly softening. He reached up and brushed a lock of hair off her forehead, then continued to play with the strands. “I have to ask. How did you end up sleeping in my bed?”
Maggie pushed up to a sitting position. The swelling having gone down enough, his cock slipped free of her body. “What did you just ask?”
“Why are you in my bedroom, sleeping in my bed?”
“Cydney told me this was the guestroom.”
Dolf chuckled. “No, it isn’t.”
“Oh, she’s a dead woman. She lied to me.”
“Are you only mad at Cydney because she used devious means to get you in my bed, or because we ended up making love?” Dolf held himself perfectly still, as if her answer could hurt him.
After the great sex they’d had, there was no way Maggie would tell him she hadn’t enjoyed it. For one thing, she wasn’t like that. And another, she had a feeling now that she’d slept with Dolf, he wouldn’t allow her to go back to the way things had been between them.
Maggie leaned down and gave him a light kiss, which turned into a lingering one when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her so she lay flush on top of him. Once he let her up for air, she said, “I’m not really mad, just ticked a bit. And only because Cyd set me up, not because of what we did.”
Dolf ran a hand down her back until he reached her bottom, which he then squeezed. “I can’t help noticing you aren’t afraid of me anymore. What happened to change that? Not that I’m complaining.”
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Maggie found herself unceremoniously dumped onto the mattress when Dolf pushed her off him before he got out of bed. A second later, she squinted as her eyes tried to adjust to the room’s bright light, which he’d crossed the room to switch on.
“Brand visited you at your parents’ house? Today?”
Dolf stood there in all his naked glory. With the room no longer dark, Maggie had no problem seeing his well-muscled body. It was a sight to behold. She ran her gaze over him, finding it hard to focus on what he said, especially when she landed on his flaccid cock.
“Maggie,” he said with an exasperated edge.
“Huh?” she asked, looking up at his handsome face.
“Brand. I asked you about Brand.” He walked back over to the bed and stood in front of her.
“Oh. Sorry. After seeing you and Chris at the coffee shop, I returned home to find Cydney and Wulfric there, talking to my mum. Brand was there as well, in wolf form. Mum thought he was a dog.”
“What did he do?”
“Nothing really. Cydney had me take him to the back garden where he gave me what I would call some ‘shock therapy.’”
“Describe this ‘shock therapy.’”
“Well, he basically kept shifting in and out of his wolf form until it no longer bothered me. He then moved on to his werewolf one, forcing me to really look at him. To see I was in no danger. I can’t say I feel as easy with that one as I am with the wolf, but I’m no longer terrified.”
Dolf shook his head and groaned. “Brand should’ve kept his nose out of it. There was a good chance it could’ve backfired on him, and you could’ve ended up even more fearful than before.”
She grabbed his hand and tugged him back onto the bed with her. “It didn’t, so don’t go putting your nose out of joint about it.”
“So you won’t mind if I do this then.”
Dolf’s body blurred as he went wolf. In this form, his fur was the same reddish brown as his hair. The same dark brown eyes stared back at her, only they were a wolf’s with most of the iris taking up the white. Lying with his back paws under him and his front ones extended, Dolf edged closer, pressing against her body. His fur was soft and he felt warm along her skin. To prove she wasn’t afraid, she reached out and stroked the top of his head. She even scratched behind his ear for good measure.
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