“Only if you come and help me.”
“You don’t need my help.”
“But I’m afraid I’ll drown,” she said looking down at him with her big eyes. He stood and she looked at him with his chest bare and a piece of leather cloth around his small waist covering a large penis.
“Why do you have those pictures all over your body?” She asked as Damon walked in front of her leading the way to the hot spring.
“They’re not pictures they’re called tattoos.” Damon turned around after walking into the section of the cave that felt unusually warm compared to the rest of the rooms. She sat at the pools edge and put her hand in the water and jerked it out.
“Ow. It’s hot.”
“You’ll get used to it. Now take off your clothes and slip in.”
“You first,” she said to Damon as a dare. He dropped the leather wrapped around him and entered the water. “See it’s nothing to it. Now get in.”
“I don’t know if I want to be in there with you naked.”
“Don’t worry, you’re not my type.”
“I know that word. And you’re trying to insult me.”
“I thought you didn’t know the meaning of some words.”
“I didn’t tell you that. You just assumed I didn’t. I remember my mother reading to me. I didn’t always live in a cave alone with wolves. I can remember living in a home, but one day some men came by and my mother hid me, and then my mother and father lay down asleep and didn’t wake up.
When I came out of the closet everyone was gone except there were a pack of wolves in the house, and one of them took me in his teeth by the scruff of my neck and brought me where I live today.”
“That’s what I want to tell you. Or ask you. Do you want to come with me?” Damon asked.
“Where?”
“To my home and live with me. Pretend we’re married?”
“I know that word. It means we are together forever.”
“Not exactly. It means freedom for me and a better life for you.”
“But don’t I have to love you first? Don’t you have to love me?” She said her eyes wide.
“No. It’s a marriage of convenience. It means...” She stopped him with a sour look on her face. Her eyes lost their brightness and her mouth fell in a hard line downward. She stared at Damon.
“We just live together.” She stood up and pulled the poncho over her head. Tossing it to the floor. His eyes met her beautiful young flawless body. His eyes traveled from her breasts to the rosy peaks of her nipples which harden in the cool of the cave.
His manhood pulsed when he caught sight of her small waist and her ample hips. Hips that could hold three or more pups each time he gave her a litter. And looking at her he wanted to do that often.
She gave him a look of what he would be missing, and then she entered the small hot pool of water next to him. She watched at his face the way his eyes grew large and sweat fell from his brow.
When she dipped her face into the water washing it of all the dirt, and then raising up to catch his blue eyes focused on her. He marveled at her beauty. Every part her lovely body. A young supple body, and he knew she had never been touched. Was this what his father had said? That there was no need to fight over one female when he would probable fall in love someday and he would meet his true mate.
“I agree to your proposition,” she said smiling. “I learned that word from the book I carried from my parent’s house when the wolf took me. I dropped my doll but I held on to that dictionary.”
“The house I discovered in the forest.”
“You’ve been there?” the girl said with surprise and interest. Her brown eyes sparkling and welling up with tears, but no tears dropped. She passed her hand over her eyes never wanting to let Damon see her cry.
She turned her back to keep from letting Damon see how unhappy she felt. He watched at her long slick shiny black hair fall down her back covering her waist stopping at her buttocks. He pushed her hair to the side and inched close to her. He kissed her shoulder. The heat of his passion and need flowing through him like lava in a volcano.
It had been a long time since he had loved another female. It had been a long time since his penis had felt the inside of warm flesh. It had been a long time since the touch of a female body had sent him into such a sexual frenzy.
When he felt the burn and throb of need to claim a female, he would deny himself, but now he could deny himself no longer.
He had to have this girl. Her smell signaled to him she had never been touched, and when he reached around to feel her breasts, they were warm and plump in his hands. With the other hand he felt her bud and placed his finger inside her as she stood there with her head leaning back and her body moving as her breath ceased and a moan of pleasure slipped through her lips.
“What is this?” the girl moaned. “It feels so good.”
Damon grunted preparing her for his large cock. After he felt her wetness, he picked her up and cradled her in his arms. Her green eyes locked with his blues she knew that it would be the night she surrendered to him.
And just as Damon reached his bed carrying the girl he would mate with, Lycell stumbled out of Adrienne’s room, defeated and alone, knowing that Adrienne would take Wilder’s cock in her mouth as she had done with him, and Wilder would release his hungry passion into her under the full moon.
Chapter 8
“I know what you’re thinking Lycell, no, there aren’t any porn or strip bars to visit. You can’t do that. You would break the bond between you and Adrienne,” Drayton said warning him. He placed his hand on Lycell’s shoulder and Lycell gazed at it as if it was a snake. Drayton dropped his hand.
“I won’t forget it was you who arranged for Adrienne to visit Wilder in the cave. It was where he met her remember. I won’t forget what you did to me.”
“You think it was all about you? It was for the good of the pack. Wilder is the Alpha of our group.”
“I’m an alpha too.”
“You don’t get it. You created this all on your own by throwing in Wilder’s face how fertile you are because you have six sons. I have one. You would think since Adrienne bore you six sons it would make you humble, but I should have known better. You’re what you are. A selfish werewolf who cares about his own sexual gratifications. You don’t deserve a woman like Adrienne,” Drayton said.
It appeared this same conversation had played out earlier, but between Tracker and Damon.
When Drayton took his hand from Lycell’s shoulder and dropped it, Lycell turned away looking at the stairs, wishing he was lying with Adrienne rubbing her stomach, and she would place his manhood into her mouth because she was too pregnant for him to have her any other way. Lycell imagined Wilder would be doing that now.
The pictures Lycell conjured in his mind about Wilder and Adrienne were too real and he had to do something about it.
It was no talking to Lycell when he was like that. There were only so many times he could ride his steed around the ranch during the full moon. So many times he could wipe away the thoughts and pictures of Wilder making love to Adrienne without him going full wolf on him and attacking.
Drayton caught up with Lycell as he approached the stairs. Lycell stood in one spot staring at the floor. When he felt Drayton’s presence he turned.
“Look at you, Drayton. How can you be so happy and satisfied the way things are. Adrienne is pregnant again and I haven’t been with her in months,” Lycell said his voice raised and his eyes staring blankly at Wilder and Adrienne’s bedroom door.
“It won’t be long. You just have to understand what is happening with her. You agreed to this because you wanted it, and now you have a problem with our family. Remember she belonged to Wilder first. She was his mate not yours.”
“But she loves me equally,” he countered.
“If you continue to whine like someone just died, and you make the mistake of leaving to find comfort in Samsaville, and Adrienne discovers you have bee
n unfaithful, she won’t want you anymore, and our pack and family will be forever destroyed because you couldn’t control your cock,” Drayton said his voice registering higher than normal.
Why did he have to be the one to bring peace? Drayton thought. These are his elder brothers and you would think they knew better. Even Wilder shouldn’t have wanted to tax Adrienne’s body any more. She has given birth to nine pups. It’s time to give her a rest, he thought.
Lycell turned away and stormed down the stairs. Always the impulsive reckless one in the family, and no amount of talking would calm him at least not today. He had to sort this out on his own.
Staggering out of the house, like a drunken man looking for another round of drinks, Lycell found his way to the stables to ride his black stallion, but instead, he turned and ran to the garage and opened the door to his Ford truck and started it up.
Not waiting for the engine to warm up, he gunned the gas and took off widely out of the garage and not waiting to lower its door.
In a blind rage he headed the truck east. He had been driving for an hour when he looked up to see the dim lights in a distance of Lake Tahoe. Nearing a hotel the lights grew brighter as he cruised on by wondering how he got there.
Dressed in his jeans and flannel shirt he decided to stop the truck and park. His thoughts were to turn around and go back home because he had enough time to think and when he did, he realized he had been acting like a dick. He had been in love with Adrienne since the day he set eyes on her, and there would never be any other female for him. Never.
He took a deep breath and started the truck, but it wouldn’t turn over. He cranked it again before he glanced down at the gage, and it was out of gas. “What the fuck,” he murmured. He hadn’t seen or heard the warning light.
Turning to reach for his phone, he realized in a fit of anger he left it in his jacket. He hit on the dashboard and placed his head over the steering wheel. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Raising his head, he watched out through the frosty window at the falling snow. He could call someone to bring gas if he had a phone. He could rent a car if he had a phone. He could change into his wolf and run home. Or he could get out and walk a few steps to a casino and get a room.
With the first snow he never knew what he would happen. It could be heavy as he ran and trekked through it. He wouldn’t make it home anyway until the morning because of the winter winds blowing strong.
To risk traveling as a werewolf in the snow just to get home and be confronted by Wilder didn’t set well with him. He decided against it and resolved to let Adrienne worry about him. Maybe she’ll appreciate me. That’s right let her worry. Think about what it would be like not to have me, he thought.
He checked his pocket and pulled out an envelope with twenties and hundreds. Why did he have cash? Then he remembered he had forgotten to go to the bank. It was the money from the club.
“What the hell,” he said out aloud. I’ll get a room until tomorrow and maybe look around, he thought. He locked the truck but he didn’t know why he did that. It couldn’t move anyway. It was probably a habit, and he sauntered among the many cars parked and followed the crowd to the front of the casino hotel.
It wouldn’t be a problem getting a hotel room, he thought. The place didn’t look like it was full this time of the year. “I’d like a room,” he said to the clerk.
The young man looked at him and said, “We have a convention here, and I don’t think we have any rooms available. I think we’re fully booked. You can try someplace else. Maybe they’ll have some rooms at the Hilton.”
“My car is out of gas and this is the first place I stopped. Now if you don’t mind could you check to see if you have anything available?” Lycell wasn’t a patient werewolf but he had to be a patient human. He stood with his arms on the counter, leaning forward looking around as the thin young man with a nervous look about him searched the computer.
The young man about twenty turned and looked up at Lycell wearing a pair of jeans and a blue and black flannel shirt, and said in an arrogant voice, “Sir. We have something, but I don’t think it’s in your price range.”
“I’ll take it and what do you know about my price range?” He pulled out his credit card and dropped it on the counter. Have my car filled with gas when I get up in the morning.”
“Yes sir, Mr. Samsa.” He glanced once more at the card. “There’s a town called Samsaville about an hour west.” The young man tried to make small talk as he handed Lycell the papers to sign and turn over the key.
“Yes, I know. I own it.”
“Will there be anything else, Mr. Samsa?”
“Don’t ever talk to me with that tone of voice again. I have sons older than you.” The young man couldn’t or wouldn’t believe the person standing in front of him had son’s his age because Lycell looked to be about twenty or younger.
With a wide grin the clerk said, “Will there be anything else, Mr. Samsa? Do you have luggage, Mr. Samsa? Do you need someone to show you to your room, Mr. Samsa?”
Lycell glanced at the man with a raised eyebrow. His deep and piercing eyes narrowed. The young man leaned back as if struck by something. Lycell turned and walked away without saying a word.
Riding the elevator up to the penthouse, Lycell opened the door to a luxurious room. He had promised Adrienne he would take her on a trip where she could sleep all day, lay on the beach, and fuck him all night without Wilder and Drayton’s prying ears.
It would be a long honeymoon. One he never had with her.
They would visit Paris or Venice. He would show her the world. But now she was bogged down raising another brood of pups. Wilder was content with his life, and with her now that she would give birth to the last of the Samsa pack.
Wilder’s litter would command her attention day and night, he thought. Watching out at the snowcapped mountains and the lights of the hotel casinos, Lycell asked, “What the fuck am I doing here all alone?”
Surely there was something he could do tonight to pass the time away.
Chapter 9
Lycell sat down and gazed around. What was there to do in this room alone? He had heard about how much fun gambling was but had never thought about it. Why should he? He had money. Didn’t the people who came to gamble come because they wanted more money? Not him. He had been satisfied with his life, until now.
He would learn it wasn’t all about money that drove people to gamble.
Maybe it was something else. Maybe it was loneliness and need. He had a void inside of him which he couldn’t fill, and because of that, he found himself standing at a blackjack table. Then he found himself at the craps tables. It was the excitement of the gamble and risking something that resonated with Lycell.
Always the risk taker, he had passed that trait on to his sons.
Losing didn’t concern him because he had lots of money to lose and as long as he had money he felt the thrill of that moment when he risked it all, but when he reached inside his pocket and all that money was gone, to his credit he turned and walked away.
When he reached the elevators, Lycell moved back and to the side to let the humans off. The doors opened and out stepped three men. Lycell’s head down deep in thought, he passed one of the men who recognized him. The man stared as if trying to place where he had seen Lycell and then it came to him as they strode forward.
Before Lycell reached the confines of the elevator, one man said, “Do you remember me?”
Looking up Lycell said, “No. I’m afraid I don’t.”
“Well I used to be engaged to Adrienne.”
“I was never aware that she had a fiancé,” Lycell said in a dry indifferent tone.
“Oh, she never mentioned my name?” he said as if surprised. “I thought she would never forget my name.”
“Well, what is your name? I’ll be sure to tell her I saw you,” Lycell said half asleep and unconcerned.
“It’s Paul. And you’re the son of bitch who took her from me.”
“I’m afraid you have me wrong. My mother isn’t a bitch. But my father was a wolf.” He drew back his lips and let Paul see his large wolf teeth. Paul appeared to be drunk and thought he was seeing things. His eyes opened wide.
“Woah. Fuck me. What the fuck is wrong with you man?” Paul shouted throwing his hands up.
Lycell turned to get into the elevator, but it closed and he had to stand there and wait with his back to Paul.
“Turn around and face me,” Paul said. His two buddies, who stood at arms distance talking to two cocktail waitresses setting up dates for tomorrow, didn’t pay attention to the conversation until Paul shouted to them.
“Hey look who we have here.” The two men turned and shot a closed smile wondering what Paul could be talking about because they damn sure didn’t recognize him. “This is Adrienne’s husband.”
That got their attention and they sauntered over to Paul and encircled Lycell. “Look, I don’t want any trouble,” Lycell said.
“She married a coward and not a real man like me,” Paul snickered turning around to get his buddies approval.
“I was just about to say that you don’t want the trouble I carry with me,” Lycell said.
“We’re not afraid of a gun,” one of the guys said.
“You know we can’t carry a gun in the hotel. I was thinking about something else. Now if we fight in here and you get thrown out, then you have a problem. Me. I will just kill you after you leave this hotel,” Lycell said his tone unfeeling and cold. His eyes changing to a deep blue.
“You can’t threatened me,” Paul said. “I eat men like you for lunch.’
“I like you, Paul, and I was just about to say the same thing,” Lycell said in a low voice but with a powerful penetrating gaze in his eyes.
“I don’t like you and I’ll show you just how much. In my own time,” Paul said to Lycell.
The elevator opened and Lycell stepped in without a word. He didn’t want the cameras to catch anything he would have to explain to his pack tomorrow. It was enough no one knew where he was.
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